Did I give birth to one of the Incredibles?

Yesterday seemed like a normal Tuesday. Tuesday's are generally long days for us, as Bryan works long hours. Since being promoted in our church, he now participates in a weekly Tuesday staff meeting with the other pastors on staff (which lasts most of the day), and leads a Columbia small group at night that usually lasts until 1030. So Tuesdays are usually my go-it-alone days. (Though we do get Daddy around dinner and bedtime for the kids.)

So back to yesterday. It was our usual routine. Bryan leaves in the morning, I put Abigail down for her 1st nap, and Josiah plays in the living room by himself. Upon returning from the kids bedroom (a.k.a. our bedroom with a wall--hey, this is NYC living!), I could hear the faint muttering of Abby talking to herself in the crib, via our baby monitor. Odd since she usually falls asleep right away during her morning nap. Ignoring her, I continued playing with Josiah, until I heard yet another strange noise coming from the monitor.

SCRATCH. SCRATCH. RUSTLE. RUSTLE.

"Hmm, I wonder what's going on in there." I thought to myself. I guess I've got a nap-protestor on my hands today.

SCRAPE. SCRAPE. RUSTLE. More noise.

Then, silence.

Not the silence of, "oh, she's finally fallen asleep.". No, the silence of "oh NO, why is the baby monitor not working anymore!"

So as fast as I could, I began running to her room. Visions began floating in my head--could she possibly have unplugged the monitor? Is that even possible?

Cue camera to Elastigirl.


Yup. There she is. That's my daughter. Meet Elastigirl. She's the character from The Incredibles, that can stretch and reshape her limbs. So there I am, entering the kid's room. Pulling back the curtain that helps to visually separate Abigail's crib from Josiah's bed. And who greets me but Elastigirl, proudly holding in her hand the baby monitor. Not only was she proudly holding it, she squealed with delight when she saw me and that I had found out her little devious plan. Then, like a thief being caught red-handed, she began frantically trying to crawl/run away from me!

Thankfully she had NOT unplugged the monitor from the wall, but had just removed the adapter from the monitor base. How did she reach this, you might ask? Oh Becca, you must have put it within her reach. You must not have baby-proofed her crib well enough. Indeed, I DID NOT! It was well OUT of reach. Not only that, but the monitor base would be extremely difficult to fit through the crib slats--meaning that Abigail must have reached it from below through the crib slats and THEN pulled it OVER the TOP of the crib (which the top of her head is just level with!). Now you see why I am convinced I gave birth to one of the Incredibles.

DISCLOSURE: no children were harmed in the making of this blog entry. please rest assured that the said monitor has been moved, since the said child is able to transform herself into a superhero during napping periods.

On a side note, here are some pictures I took today of Josiah in our park.