Ashley Willis
As a mom of four boys, I wouldn’t use the words “quiet” or “still” to describe the aura of our abode all too often. My boys are amazing at so many things, but being quiet is not one of them. So, when my four little kiddos are strangely quiet, I get a nervous. But, Friends, NOTHING prepared me for what I saw during one of these moments the other day.
The boys were playing together nicely in our living room and play area. My husband and I had just checked on our eighteen month-old and watched him smile as he tinkered with his baby kitchen. They were all “occupied” as far as I could see, so I went to my bedroom to put away some clothes while my husband was working on his laptop.
Our master bedroom is literally only about ten steps away from the play area, so I didn’t think little Chatham–the baby–could get into anything without me hearing it. Not to mention, we have a gate blocking the stairs and locks on all the danger zones, so I honestly didn’t think he could get into much trouble.
Boy, was I wrong.
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