Trolls

Thank the Lord that we have Tyler. He's a watch-kid. We had no idea the trouble our kitchen was facing.

Until tonight.

When a complete exploration and excavation of the kitchen occurred.

It all began when Danny and I put Tyler in his crib for his pre-bedtime nap. It usually only lasts about 45 minutes to an hour, but it gives us enough time to eat dinner in peace. Tonight, however, the meal had a little longer to cook, so we cleaned out the pantry and made it pretty again. You already know how much this activity pleases me to no end.

Once we finished the pantry, we moved on to the cabinets beside the refrigerator. They were having some issues with overflow glasses that we never use, and they also needed some emergency reorganization. Those old glasses will be donated this week to the "Needs and Seeds" ministry at our church and will be replaced by Tyler's eating necessities. It is so much nicer to open those doors now. I just can't tell you.

The problem with all of this de-cluttering is that the dinner was ready and the kiddo woke up at the same time. No biggie. We'll just put him in his chair with a sippy cup and some goldfish crackers.

Well, that was my plan, as the mommy.

Daddy, on the other hand, had a different idea.

In the process of cleaning out the pantry, we found the box of biter biscuits that I had thrown to the back in a moment of swearing them off because of the ridiculous mess they make. Danny, being one who doesn't want to waste anything (he even considered eating baby food peas when I declared them trash because Ty hates peas), decided that Ty should eat a biter biscuit while we ate our dinner. I obliged but with a deep gurgling in my stomach because I could already sense the disaster mess and the stink that comes along with those things.

I was right. Ten minutes into the process of demolishing the biter biscuit, I could no longer watch. It was a horror movie before my eyes. Quickly, I explained that Daddy's idea meant Daddy's clean-up duty. Thankfully, Danny could tell just how serious I was and made my baby look like new again when it was all over (and I finally uncovered my eyes).

Since we still needed to clean up the dishes, we put Ty on the floor to crawl around for a few minutes before bathtime. Well, lo and behold, we got caught up in a family praise and worship festival in the middle of the kitchen floor. The iPod was playing our favorite Contemporary Christian music and we found ourselves sitting there, singing at the top of our lungs. All the while, Tyler was opening and closing cabinets.

At first, he was just opening and closing the doors for the sake of hearing the noise when they shut. Then, he was trying to get them to stay open long enough to pull things out. After that, something amazing happened.

Tyler must have detected that there were trolls in the back of our cabinets because he started opening the doors, tucking his head inside, yelling into them, and quickly shutting them. This went on for, at least, thirty minutes. Open, tuck, yell, slam. Open, tuck, yell, slam. And, the yelling, was baby-jabber in a rowdy manner. When he was yelling in the cabinet, all you could see was his little booty sticking out from around the door with little knees bent in preparation for the retreat. It tickled us to death. Had I no better control, I might have wet my pants.

Hopefully, he got rid of those trolls because he soon moved on to another cabinet where he pulled out all of the tea pitchers that we own. In that cabinet, he also came dangerously close to those biter biscuits. Those might have to disappear really soon. They must bring out the trolls.