We had a huge family party the other day. Lots of people - many babies. It was kind of over whelming in that the living room was prime football time. Kitchen/dining room? food of course. Thankfully my aunt had the basement set up perfectly for toddlers. With a combination of movies and games - the girls were set.
It was very strange for us that the kids were downstairs and we were up. Brendan took many shifts downstairs monitoring the fun. He was the rock star. Anyway - there was plenty of time when the kids were up down and wherever. I stand by the statement that the safety of the kid decreases when the number of the adults increases. I just have this sense that "someone" is watching the kid. Plus, there are just that many more distractions when there are that many adults.
Ours were downstairs, safely watching Cars for the first time. It was another moment when B saw a toy in a movie that she had previously only seen in a book or a toy. She said "Really? He is a movie too? What other movies don't I know about?" yikes. Time to play with toys instead. I really took this time off. I played cards and poor B was doing all of the work.
In one moment, he was upstairs watching the football with two sleeping babies on him. I was in line for the bathroom when I heard a soft voice say "help." I thought weird. I wonder what game they are playing. Then I remembered that they were unsupervised. For some reason, I headed down those steps fast. Good thing. There was a tussle over toys and my ladies can't be trusted for long. They try their words, they explain to the child what they want. Then they try to ask for an adult. Failing that, they resort to violence.
Seriously. I saw the fangs coming out. Why? Because there was a barn and one girl wanted to put little people in the barn. B tried very hard to explain that the animals went in the barn and she should evacuate the people immediately. As could be expected, the girl didn't listen. Why would she? Who says that people can't be in a barn. I think she went with the politely ignore route. B transitioned to a help. But crap! No one is around. But... amazingly I was. Skipping two stairs at a time I was there just in time to congratulate a girl on using her skills.
Thirty seconds later, I wouldn't have known how much she is growing. I would have been back in the embarrassment and worry that we still have this freaking biting problem. She tried to talk to the kid. She tried to ask for help. Failing those two options, what does anyone do? Go nuclear. So glad she didn't push that button.
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