Yesterday morning was “sleep in” day. Or at least it was for Josh and me. When we woke up around 7:45 we found Caleb and Camille in our bedroom playing with the train on the floor. Brilliant. Caleb was even dressed in his PE uniform because he thought it was a school day.
When we told Caleb that he didn’t have school since it was “Saturday” and he could go downstairs to have breakfast he said, “Oh! Camille and I already had breakfast.”
Say what now?
“Yeah, Camille woke me up a long time ago. She leaned over the edge of her crib and pulled my hair to wake me up. Then we played for a little while and then we went downstairs and ate yogurt. Then we played downstairs for a while and then we came up here.”
I can just see it now. Caleb staggering from the weight of carrying a baby that weighs half of his body weight, fumbling with the baby gate, blindly walking down two sets of marble stairs, lifting her in and out of the high chair, feeding her . . . any number of things could have gone horribly wrong in that scenario. Add in unsupervised play with a baby that loves to poke at electrical outlets and put things in her mouth and it seems like a miracle that they both came out of it unscathed.
Of course, I didn’t say any of that. “Thanks for being such a good big brother. I bet she loved that. Next time just ask me before you take her downstairs or feed her, OK?”
Caleb has always been one to see a need and act on it. A real do-er. I better make sure he knows that he’s not allowed to give her a bath until she can at least get in and out of the tub by herself.
***I’m surprised they didn’t break out the ice shaver and have sno-cones for breakfast