The Sound of Silence

Simon and Garfunkel were right to be suspicious of the silence. We're not big fans of it in our house either. You'd think, being parents to a newly minted "toddler" that we'd relish the stuff, and we do - when she's sleeping. It's when she's awake and has disappeared from view that we begin to worry.

You see, it's a commonly known fact amongst parents that as irritating as a wild and noisy child can be, at least you have an idea of what they're up to. "What's that? Oh! Junior's just in with the pots and pans again... " It's when they're quiet that you start to worry....

Over the last few months, the sound of silence has meant a few different things in our house;

1. Mommy, I've gotten into the nappy bag, found the yoghurt and despite my young age have figured out how to open it (I think I may have genius tendencies) and pour it ALL over my nappy from which I am now happily eating it. With my hands.

2. Mommy! You're just in time! Did you know that you can fit FOUR rolls of toilet paper into the toilet at once?

And most recently...

3. Hey guys! I bet you were wondering why I stopped having a MASSIVE tantrum. Don't worry, all is well. I went into the cupboard and found a packet of chocolate covered hobnobs which I am now happily devouring in the sitting room whilst watching the evening news. Oh, and I couldn't work out how to get them out individually so I've really just been working off the old "shove my face in the packet and eat" method. Want some?

Nope, the sound of silence is definitely not a friend of ours. In fact, I'd tend to go more with Bjork on this one:

"it's. oh. so quiet
it's. oh. so still
you're all alone
and so peaceful until..."