I’m a very sound sleeper, and last night I stayed up past midnight working on this story that needed to come out on paper, so I wasn’t eager to get out of bed this morning.
I vaguely recall hearing a dull thud, but there wasn’t any baby cries, so I think my subconscious filtered it out as house noise. Then I rolled over and went back to sleep. Eventually, I realized there wasn’t a warm body next to me anymore. Sonya must have gotten up! I launched out of bed to go find her and almost stepped over my two daughters in the kitchen.
Sonya casually looked up and said, “Good morning, Mom! You all done sleeping?”
My brain was having trouble processing what I was seeing. Leena had been sleeping in her play pen in the toy room! She can’t climb out! Drex isn’t here!
“Sonya, how did Leena get out?”
“I help her, Mom.”
I was still confused. Excited to share the story, Sonya lead me to the toy room.
Here’s what I think happened. Sonya dumped all the stuffed animals out of the giant zoo bucket. She turned it upside down. She pushed it to the edge of the toy bin. Then she tried to get Leena to climb onto the bucket.
Apparently, that didn’t work.
So then Sonya climbed onto the radiator next to the playpen, and pushed the top of it with her legs, trying to tip it over. It just slid on the floor. She kept kicking it and managed to unlock and collapse one of the sides. She was then able to assist Leena to freedom.
The two of them went to the kitchen. Sonya got the box of Cheerios down from the counter, poured it into a bowl, on the table, and all over the floor.
“I not reaching the milk or peebub butter,” she told me. I got them for her.
“You can go now, Mom,” she said.
I gladly went to take a shower. I listened to the pleasant clatter from the kitchen as I was getting dressed. No running water. All the cupboards are locked. Excellent. I went to reread what I wrote last night. Turns out, it was pretty awful.
“My stove not working,” Sonya said, coming to find me in the living room. I heard Leena crawling towards us down the hallway, making her endearing little huh huh huh huh noises.
Finally, my lack of providing quality adult supervision came to bite me. I knew it eventually would. Following the trail of slime Leena had left in her wake, I saw that all around the toy kitchen and into her wooden pot, Sonya had managed to crack half a dozen eggs.
“Leena and I making scrambled eggs for you, Mom.”
I took a deep breath and tried to think of the right thing to say.
I went over and turned the knobs on Sonya’s burner. “Your pilot light is out,” I said. “Better use the big stove. Let’s scoop these eggs into my frying pan and we’ll scramble them up. Then we better walk over to Miss Katya’s daycare! It’s almost 8:30!”