Sometimes, just before a violent storm hits, there are a few moments of complete (and eerie) calm. Anyone who has ever raised a child knows that this phenomena is not exclusive to the weather.
Cadence is not generally a quiet child. Sure, she has moments of quiet contemplation (which usually correspond to some catchy music coming on or something on TV catching her eye), but for the most part, my daughter is a ball of physical and verbal energy.
Cadence spends the better part of the day laughing, singing, babbling, grunting, and reciting her favorite lines from movies. Even if I’m seeing it for the 30th time that day, watching Cadence throw her hands up in the air and holler “Uh talk-ee dog!” (translation: “But it’s a talking dog!”) makes me giggle.
At this point, I have been with my daughter every day of her life, so yeah, I know her pretty well. And I know what trouble sounds like…
Trouble is brewing when the noise stops.
Today, Cadence was doing laps of the living and dining rooms while I was in the kitchen getting lunch started. I heard her go out on the sunporch to check on Electra and dig through the boxes of toys that we are keeping in the corner until we can find a toy box. As I worked, I listened to Cadence babbling to herself as she pulled out books and blocks and dropped them on the floor.
As I pulled plates from the cupboard, I suddenly noticed the silence.
“Cadence?” I said, pausing for a moment to listen.
“Cadence LaRue? What are you doing?”
I poked my head through the door to the sunporch. Electra was lying on the couch in a patch of sunlight and the floor was littered with toys. No Cadence.
I stepped over the baby gate into the dining room. Music from the 80’s satellite station was playing softly on the TV in the living room. Still no Cadence. I walked into the hallway and paused at the bottom of the stairs, listening.
“Cadence? Where are you, you monkey?”
Faintly, I heard a thud and a shuffling and a muffled giggle. I followed the sound back to the sunporch.
Obviously it’s time to stop procrastinating putting child locks on the built-in storage cabinet…
Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to my favorite little troublemaker. Once again, she’s lucky she’s cute.