Afternoon silence can mean only one thing in my house.
Did you think it was both my children napping? Please pass that crack pipe you're smoking.
It means trouble.
Now my daughter is definitely past the fingerpaint the in-laws' walls with pen ink phase. But Drew, on the other hand, is a little holy terror.
Thankfully, he usually waits until I'm about to grab him before actually engaging in anything too destructive. Like the fine art of toilet splashing -- made better with the presence of gobs of now soaking wet toilet paper, and on special days, urine.
So, last Thursday afternoon when the children where nowhere to be found and an odd silence took over my gigantic base house I was worried.
But wouldn't you know that for the first time ever, the two little siblings were playing.
Now granted my daughter was using him as a live and extremely mobile dress-up doll. And Drew had taken every single article of clothing out of her drawers and placed it in a Jackson Pollack-esque pile on her floor.
But they were together, in the room without screaming, biting, or pulling of any extremely valuable hair (we're baldies, after all) for a good solid 20 minutes. And they were almost totally entertained by each other's presence. Well that and the 4000 blocks that had seemingly made their way completely under the bed.
And it gave me a glimpse of one of the reasons why I did this whole "we're having another one" thing in the first place.
You know. So my daughter would have someone else to force into dress-up clothes and leave me in peace.