Luckily we were in the room at the time so we knew she was under there…but she has hidden there on her own and caused us some panic. Now we know where to look first. 🙂
Category Archives: Hiding
I want to hide in there!
Katie came whining to me that she couldn’t hide. What?! She made me follow her, pointing at the coat rack and saying “Mama! I want to hide in there!” She couldn’t fit because I had stacked some boxes in there. I moved them and she immediately crawled in with her baby doll.
I never get tired of the hiding!
Katie was actually shy. At first.
Katie was napping when Sheryl arrived and had asked if Katie would be shy. I said NO WAY, she doesn’t have a shy bone in her body, she will be a total show off, and will warm to you immediately.
Ha.
She spent the first 45 minutes laying in the bean bag with her hands over her eyes and then when we made her get up, this is what she did:
Then she started to come alive and be her cute self. 🙂
Mama can we go the playground please?
Well, sure, since you ask so nicely and it’s a gorgeous day… 🙂
CHEEEEEESE!!!
I look away for a minute and this happens.
TA DA!
Hiding, just like her brother used to do (see below).
Owen, at age 2y 7m:
She stopped my heart.
I went upstairs to get Katie up from her nap because it was almost time to go get Owen. I asked Tom (who was home early but in the bedroom reading) if he had heard her and he said no. So I went to her room and quietly opened the door and peered into the bed—where there was nothing. SHE WAS GONE. I think my heart momentarily stopped as I thought WHERE THE HELL COULD SHE BE? HAD TOM BEEN FOOLING ME AND HE REALLY HAD GOTTEN HER UP? My eyes quickly scanned the room and I wondered if she wasn’t hiding in the closet…? Then I saw this…
…and then saw this and heard a tiny giggle.
That little shit! She heard me coming and hid under her B. 🙂 Of course then we had to go run and see daddy, where she proceeded to hop up into bed and be cute. 🙂
Katie went bump in the night.
So the kids were in bed, David was in the bedroom, and mom, Tom, and I were just sitting in the living room visiting and whatnot…when we heard a loud CRASH BOOM BANG. Mom thought David had fallen—but then we heard crying. Oh no! Katie had fallen out of bed!! (She did just fine the first night and during her nap, but she obviously was more of a wiggle worm tonight. We hadn’t taken any precautions because, well, we forgot, and because she HAD already done just fine.)
Tom sprinted down the hall and came out carrying a whimpering Katie. He said he found her laying on the floor with her legs against the closet. We figured she must have gone over the edge head first, flipping over so her legs hit the closet (which would account for the thuds and bangs we heard). Poor Katie. While Tom was comforting her, I was putting rolled up blankets in her bed (under the sheets) as bumpers and then he stayed in there with her for a good half hour. Other than being scared, she was no worse for the wear…thankfully.
She hides with the iPad.
Hiding in the laundry room
Listen closely for a) the laughing and b) the moving hanger. 🙂
Where’s Owen?
He loves running up to his room ahead of you and hiding. 🙂
Peek!
She loves hiding behind the tree and peeking out!
Can you find her?
Where’s Owen?
Where’s Katie?
Comfy Katie
Owen stacked up all the stuffed animals from his room and all the pillows and blankets from downstairs…
Can you see what I see?
Here, let me crop it for you. 🙂
Then Owen joined her.
And he loves playing with and tickling her…
Kid in a Box v3
I swear this kid is a cat—if there’s an empty box big enough, he’s in it!
Hiding
You can’t see me!
What’s wrong with this picture?
What was hilarious was I was sitting on the couch and couldn’t see him so all I heard was grunting and shuffling and I had no idea what was going on… I got my camera ready just in case. I’m glad I did. 🙂
Under the table
I’m not sure why he likes playing under things like this…but he often does it at home, too. And he ALWAYS hides under the bed when playing hide-and-seek.
Hiding in papa and gram’s bed!
When they were here visiting, he’d go in there and play “tent” with them. So where did I find him shortly after they left??
Playing with papa
Growling like monsters!
Hiding from papa!
Drawing Owen on the driveway.
My two boys.
We crossed paths with daddy at the hospital. :heart:
And getting better at hiding…since it’s a bigger tree. 🙂
Hiding on the golf course
He’s still got a lot to learn about hiding.
Golf course shenanigans!
While Tom and Marsha and Rob were out shopping this morning, Owen and I went for a walk to the golf course… (Sidenote: This is the only 3T outfit he has that still fits.)
“Machine!”
“Red! White! Yellow! Blue!” (Naming the colors on the sign.)
Hiding!
Another machine!
We were just about to head home when Owen started telling me his foot hurt. He hates wearing shoes so I thought he was just fooling me. But I unbuckled the sandal strap and felt around and didn’t see/feel anything that would be poking him so put it back on. He kept saying it hurt and I kept telling him nothing was wrong. He kept trying to get the shoe off himself so I finally took off the whole shoe…where I then saw a smashed red ant and three tiny bites. 🙁 Of course I felt like a horrible mom. Luckily when the shoes came off and the bug bite cream went on, he was totally fine.
Freak occurrence or the start of the terrible threes?
So in our normal morning routine, I was in my bedroom doing stuff and Owen was running hither and yon playing and hiding and whatnot. He was gone for a little while but I don’t worry because I can usually still hear him.
So he comes in the room holding out his hand and saying “STINKY!” And I look and—yep, poop. Smeared all over his hand. UGH! The little bugger had stuck his hand down his dirty diaper! (I had actually been a little worried about this the past few days, as I had noticed him with his hand down there…but then I thought “Why would he do that? He’s NEVER done that!” and then kinda forgot about it. Until today.)
So I marched him into his room (making sure to take him by the wrist so he couldn’t touch anything) and wiped him down, changed his diaper, and changed his clothes. Thankfully none had made it outside the diaper…yes, I thanked my lucky stars…and he just kept saying STINKY! and POOP IN THE TOILET! (which is what he always says when he poops—he knows that’s where it goes but he doesn’t care about actually getting it there). Then we went and washed our hands in the sink.
Please keep your fingers crossed that this was a freak occurrence. PLEASE.
Hiding! Smile!
This is Owen’s favorite place to hide in the back yard. And he’s actually more hidden in this picture than he usually is—he normally just holds one twig in front of his face.
If you tell Owen to smile, this is still the smile you get!
A new hiding technique!
Hiding!
He loves playing in/around/with our neighbor’s tree (between our driveways) and this is one of his favorite hiding spots!
I posted it on Facebook, and enjoyed the comments…
Jeremy R => Who’s hiding? The tree??? I don’t get it. 😉
Steven N => Needs a bigger tree… 😉
Therese K => Awesome for the seeker!
Christine V => wow, you can’t even see him!
Playing outside–finally!
He wanted to go outside for bubbles, and since it was fairly nice out (considering), I cleaned out his water table, put the slide together, and let him play. Of course, pretty much as soon as I had the slide up, he was on it!
As soon as I was done filling his table with water, he pointed to the hose, said “Hose. Water” and then made the sign for more.
And this was him hiding when I was trying to spray him with the hose!
