As I was getting Emmett ready for school this morning I heard some mysterious noises coming from upstairs. I went up to investigate and found out that Matthew had pushed my dressing-table stool out of my room up to the laundry chute. He was standing on it and looking down two stories into the basement.
To soothe my nerves I have decided to re-read my Little House on the Prairie books. I have read them so often that they are old friends. Soothing. Calming. Familiar.
Not like this little guy who surprises me every day with new feats of daring.