I was home with Leigh yesterday. After wrestling her into presentable clothes, walking to school in the bitter cold for a portion of “picture day” (which was scheduled on a day she is not usually at day care), and her flat out refusing to sit for a picture (you can’t really blame her, the giant flash umbrellas were pretty intimidating and she is rightly skeptical of strangers who smile too much and want to fuss with her), I feared the day might be off to a bad start.

Naps appear to be a thing of the past in our house, so at least for now, Gail and I have decided to give up the ghost, and embrace the nap free life. But if I’m going to live with no toddler breaks, the day had better contain some things I enjoy (not that endless rounds of books/puzzles/pretend-rocket-ships/pretend-food/pretend-elevators for 7 hours straight isn’t enjoyable, I just usually have had my fill at about the hour mark), so I decided I could sew some curtains that have been waiting for me to get to them for only about a year and a half, but that if Leigh asked to help, I had to say yes.

It actually worked great. With very close supervision, Leigh “helped” with the ironing (my hand on top of hers), and sat on my lap to “help” feed the curtains through the sewing machine. She grew tired of the proceedings at intervals, and ran off to her own pretend games. I stopped several times for 10-15 minute rounds of books and games that seemed to keep her very happy. We actually managed to finish the curtains before Gail got home, though the house had seen better days. It felt like a miracle. Apparently our child doesn’t actually need undivided attention all day. I’m guessing other folks figured that one out already, and that probably this is one of those things that parents with multiples sit around laughing about.