Midnight Movie?

Last time, on Jacinta’s Midnight Exploits: the ability of a certain two-year-old to open the refrigerator paired with her propensity to occasionally wander around the house in the middle of the night prompts Mom and Dad to slide a vacuum attachment through the refrigerator door handles. A surprisingly effective child deterrent.

And now, for today’s episode.

One night last week, I woke in the wee hours of the morning to a light shining into our semi-open bedroom doorway. Since we hadn’t left any lights on, I knew it could only mean one thing: someone was up and about when they should have been sleeping. And I had a pretty good guess as to who it was.

 

Exhibit A: There is only one person in our house who has both the dexterity and the skinny arms necessary to remove DVDs from the drawer despite the presence of a child latch.

 

Exhibit B: A trail of movies leading to the perpetrator’s hideout.

 

And finally, Exhibit C: A child who, having obtained some of her favorite movies to accompany her to bed, tucked herself in and fell back to sleep.

Good thing we locked that refrigerator, eh?

Midnight Snack?

Fact: Jacinta loves her new sleeping arrangements. For the most part she stays in bed once we put her there but there are the occasional late night and early morning wanderings.

Fact: Jacinta has recently learned how to open the refrigerator. Which is, incidentally, why we have run out of apples already this week.

Eyewitness account: The other night I heard the pitter-patter of little feet in the hallway that could only precede a little Jacinta wandering into our room. It was one o’clock in the morning, so Paul dragged himself out of bed and I followed. Apparently she had run out of water because she handed her cup to Paul and he went to the kitchen to fill it. Meanwhile I stumbled into the room in order to get her tucked in and resettled. But first she had to hand me something. It was an artichoke.

 

Strange choice for a midnight snack, but to each her own.

 

As she handed it to me she babbled something unintelligible, but her tone of voice said, “Here Mom, I don’t need this anymore. You can put it away.”

Thanks, Cinta.