Also. I think that I underestimated how freaky it would be to wake up to a 2-year old breathing in my face. Not knowing how long he's been awake... where he has already been... what he has been doing while I have been sound asleep... I don't think I was fully prepared for this. We've transitioned Reagan to his toddler bed pretty successfully so far. I've heard magical stories
about kids staying in their beds until the early morning hours and waiting patiently for their parents to come in and get them. Not so much the case for our ray gun. I'm pretty sure he wakes up and just meanders around the house, doing whatever he pleases. Kiiinda scary.
This is totally and absolutely random. But, when Drew and I were little our parents made us answer the phone with a script that went a little something like this...
us scrambling... "where's the cordless!?!?" ... "I don't know, just hit speakerphone!!!"
A or A: "Hello! Meiner Residence this is (insert Ashley or Andrew) speaking."
caller: may I speak to the master of the house
A or A: "No, I am sorry. They are unavailable at this time. May we take a message?"
Never say they are not home and always write the message on a piece of scrap paper that you'll most likely misplace. They had us trained well! Yes, this is impressive when the child is 6 or 7 but I hated doing it when I was 15.
UPDATED to add:
After I finished this post I opened up a package my mom had sent and low and behold look what I find...
Baby proofing materials!! What would we do without Grandmas?!