Two stories from today:
1.) Jona has been toying with creative spelling. He has a puzzle stool with his name on it, but for the last couple days, the "h" has been missing. I cleaned all the floors today, and no sign of it. I searched all the toys, his and Starbuck's hiding places, and under appliances. Finally, I had to bite the bullet and search where I knew in my gut I would find it: the kitchen trash. Sure enough, Jonah had reached up, opened the lid and dropped in the "h"! Yuck. And the only possible place it could have ended up so that "don't worry, it will turn up eventually" wouldn't have paid off.
2.) I was making dinner and heard Jonah's pitchy cry, which means "help!" with far more urgency than his typical fussing. Jonah had decided to visit Starbuck... in her cage! He often stands next to the cage and points, or tries to reach in. This time he was entirely inside with ferret, who was very upset about the unwelcome guest. I did what any parent would do, which was to assess the situation - Jonah was safe, if not uncomfortably cramped and unable to extricate himself - and ran for my camera.
