Upstairs

I should always be afraid when the kids are upstairs and its quiet. Over the summer, Eleanor spent some time upstairs by herself. I was imagining her reading books and playing with stuffed animals. Instead, she was lathering my lotion all over herself. When she came back downstairs, she was covered. It was a miracle that she didn't slide down our wooden steps. I had to take pictures. I'm just getting around to sharing them now.