Two days in a row I have been in my bedroom working on things when I suddenly hear a quiet tinkling little voice echo, "Mama....Mama....Mama please help," over and over. I didn't rush either time because the urgency in the small sound, while it was there, did not seem all that...well...urgent.
Both days I made my way into the living room and this is what I found. My tiny two year old stranded on the bookshelf. She managed to climb up, but somehow she couldn't get down. (Don't think I am a monster mother, I didn't leave her hanging there while I searched for the camera, the camera was on this shelf both days.) She smiled hesitantly at me the first time and asked to see herself after I took her picture.
The second time she wouldn't look at me for a picture. She was annoyed at me. Her look said something like, "You think THIS is a moment I want to remember forever and to have my posterity view at some point in the future?"
Yes. Yes I do. (Wouldn't you just love to have a photo of your grandparents stranded atop a piece of furniture, clinging to the sides for dear life, especially one only inches off the ground. I vote yes.)
Love you little one.
(P.S. She hasn't climbed the book shelf for a couple of days now...or she has learned to get down and I just haven't seen it. I guess I'll never be sure.)