Judy here… checking in to share a story from my own baby chronicles.

 

When I was pregnant with my second child, my first was three years old.  One winter day I was making cookies.  I had music on, the snow was falling, my little one was playing nicely in the living room on the new wool carpet that had been installed that week…everything was picture perfect—or so I thought.

After putting a new batch of cookies in the oven, I went to check on my little girl and found her sitting in the cold fireplace with ash and soot covering both her and a three foot semicircle around the fireplace—on my brand new wool rug.  Someone had moved the screen and she was able to crawl right in.

She was so filthy that I had to wrap her in towels to get her to the bathtub without spreading ash throughout the entire house. 

She did learn a lesson.  For the rest of the day she assured me that “I’m going to teach my baby never to sit in the fireplace.”  And my second child never did!