When all is quiet with a 17 month old you get a tad nervous. Usually it means that she scampered up the stairs, is eating cat food, that I left the pantry door unlocked and she is dumping anything and everything on the floor, she found a marker and a wall, or some other sort of mischief that she always is in. When it had been silent a bit too long on Sunday I searched everywhere on the 1st floor for her when I found Juliette quietly sitting by the tree arranging and rearranging these little signs that came with the train...over and over again she would stand them up in a row and then grab them starting all over again. The concentration across her little face was priceless.
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