As any parent of an infant can tell you, mobility is both a blessing and a curse. It's nice because we don't always have to get up from what we're doing to grab something for either of the girls. It also allows them to entertain themselves a little more. It's hard because, once they can move, they get into stuff we don't want them to get into.
This whole yin-yang of movement is made doubly (nice pun!) difficult with twins--as they never go in the same direction. Invariably, Anne Perry will head right, and as I'm trying to keep her from eating dog food, Audrey Kate will escape out of sight to the left. It's a constant shell game, and I'm not the first to compare it to herding cats.
What's interesting about the whole thing, however, is the fact that both girls seem to always know whenever we open a door--any door in the house. The second a door opens, they're heading for it. It doesn't matter what's behind the door that's open--they don't care, all they care about is being through that door. They head for every door as if their expecting to see Mr. Tumnus every time they go through it. And for them, every door is probably like what Narnia would be like for me. They're little minds get blow by the fact that there's a room that has an Air Conditioning grate that they can pull up and a toilet that they can try to open. And that's just the bathroom.
The lemming-like prediliction to head straight for any open door gets pretty hairy when you're talking about two crawlers. Especially when it's the front door. Now that we have Finn, our new dog, we have two children and one canine attempting to escape whenever the front door opens. As soon as we stoop down to grab one of them, the other will make her way outside. You can almost hear them screaming "Freedom! Sweet freedom!"
Hopefully doors will lose their luster soon. Because sooner or later there's going to be a jailbreak, and I'm going to have to herd cats...and a dog.
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