Lost in Translation

On Thursday morning I had to go into work so I work up early before anyone else. I tried to quietly sneak downstairs after getting ready but heard both girls making noise. I went into Amelia’s room to take care of her first. It was my hope that if it was quiet in the hallway, then maybe Allison would fall back to sleep or at the very least be content with laying there quietly, however that wasn’t the case as I could hear her yell out “Mum??? Dad??? Mum ???”

I figured that since it was close to Brian’s normal wake-up time that he would get her out of her crib. I just sat down in the rocker to feed Mia when Allison bursts into the room, looking completely exasperated, with one hand on her hip and the other hand raised in the air with palm up. I can only imagine that this is a look of moms with pre-teen and teenage girls see on a daily basis.

Allison looks at me with hand in air and goes off on a "rant" and points to her room. While I couldn’t understand a word she was saying, I could easily translate to “Did you NOT hear me in there, I’ve been calling for you for the last five minutes and you didn’t come get me.”

However it appears that I did not correctly translate the entire conversation, because after she was finished “sharing her frustration” she walked out of the room. I followed her because I didn’t want her to go downstairs yet, as it is easier if she stays upstairs until Brian is finished getting ready to work. I walked out of the room expecting to see Brian when I suddenly realize he was not in the bathroom or her room. I heard our bedroom door and Brian comes out.

I looked at Brian, looked at Allison, and looked at Brian with a sense of dread in my face and stammered “did…did you get Allison out of bed?” pleading with my eyes for him to say yes. He said no.

So, as I mentioned earlier, I did not translate Allison’s entire conversation correctly. The correct version was “Did you NOT hear me in there, I’ve been calling for you for the last five minutes and you didn’t come get me. Since you two couldn’t help me out, I had to climb out of bed myself. What did you think that thud was?”

So cross your fingers for us that this was an isolated incident. We are not ready to convert her crib to a toddler bed yet. I enjoy not hearing the sound of pattering feet and feeling the hot breath of a toddler on my face at two o’clock in the morning. I like knowing that if for some reason she doesn’t want to take a nap in the afternoon, I can say “tough, you are stuck there.”