Something’s going on Up There. Ms Rockstar is totally convinced, and very suspicious.
It seems every so often…… Things… keep…….. changing, Up There.
Someday soon my younger offspring will discover the Mother Of All Conspiracy Theories – that Mummee and Ko Ko have arranged a secret hiding place above her cot, full of mystery and temptation, this forbidden area her elder sibling and her mother refer to in code as the Lego Headquarters.
So far Rockstar and I have conspired to never let her see him up there (the bunk bed is about my eye level; carried at my chest level she can only really see the top of the cabinets.) Plus, Rockstar is very good at zipping it, immediately he sees me enter the room with baby attached, and moving to the far end of the bed where he can’t be seen, because he doesn’t want his quiet “Me” Space outed – we put that up before the baby came because he has such a reserved and serious personality we wanted him to still be able to play quietly by himself if/when he wanted.
To date Rockstar still refuses to hug or kiss the baby despite watching the care and feeding of like a hawk when he’s home, and springing into action to distract her when she cries – I’m not sure whether he learnt that from the dog, or the dog learnt it from him, but they both do it. (Rockstar would also prefer if the baby never grabs his arm or pulls his t-shirt, but good luck to him on that one. He ends up getting chased all over the bed with his book.)
Who knew, the clicking as Rockstar fits Lego pieces together can be heard above Met Museum’s Baby Loves Lullabies? It’s not like the room is deathly quiet save for the music cd, either – there is the constant whoosh of an air cleaner on max, because I figured White Noise + Clean Air All In One = Why Not?
There’s the baby, all drowsy and fed and ready to be set down in her cot, and –
<rapid head-swivelling and frantic eye-roving to search out source of sound>
When it comes to what we’re trying to hide from her suddenly my tiny baby has the ears of a bat. Or hungry wolf.
What’s moving Things about, Up There?
27 hours ago, White Thing was 5 inches further to the left.
Where’s Red Thing? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE WITH RED THING???
How can she know of “them”? She hasn’t even seen that movie where “they” suck the little girl into the tv. That I know of.
Like, there are umpteen interesting bookshelves and toy cabinets, the Lego there and on Rockstar’s piano which she messes with almost every day moves all the time. How come she isn’t suspicious of those, she has to notice there is a loft bed above her cot a.k.a. where I will be banishing all his Lego (choking hazards!) and flying fish roe sushi-eating (seafood allergies!)
The image of toddler bawling at top of her lungs from foot of loft bed ladder, my quiet and serious older child trying his best to ignore it Up There because he wants a break from being clutched at and pulled about or having his books eaten.
No, no, cannot. I’m a-gonna hold out as long as I can, so help me God.
Can’t imagine where the baby gets her Drama Queen from <cough>. Any wagers how long before she catches on (or I cave)?