When things get quiet...

Dear Henoosk, 
When things get quiet it is time to hunt you down.  Most of the day you are by my side playing, doing whatever I am doing or vice versa.  Then a minute here or there you go this way and I go that and as long as I hear you I can go about putting the dishes away or hanging some laundry, but when things go quite...I am on a manhunt for a 3ft tall 28lb 2 year old with curly locks, quick wit and lightening speed for find himself a "situation."  
The last two incidents...
1. You had just peed in the toilet and didn't want to leave the bathroom, in an effort to get you out I turned off the light and went back into the living room.  I heard you in there standing on your step stool talking to yourself in the mirror and then static....my cue to find you asp.
* I entered the bathroom to find you had turned on the light, climbed back up on the step stool and were moisturizing your hair with loads of hand lotion.  You'd smack a handful in, rub it around vigorously and look at yourself in the mirror with a self praising gaze.  You did this over and over and over and over again, even offering me a handful.  My baby was a little greaseball.

2.  You love the bowls in the kitchen and pull them out everyday to pretend you're cooking for me.  You were in the kitchen, I was in the living room and I hear the bowls shuffling, clank, clank, clink, clank and then static....then rustling...but no talking.
 *I go into the kitchen and first see the bowls all lined up along the edge of the island and I pan up to you gnawing through a cellophane wrapper encasing a marshmallow bunny, with three or four wrappers strewn around your feet.  You bite a little piece off, pick it out of your mouth and toss it in a bowl and say, "Here Mommy, this is for you to mix up."  Then you continued gnawing through that paper.  My baby was a little wild animal gettin' him some chocolate.

You never fail to make me laugh in a day.  I am grateful for these moments.  I am also grateful my camera is always only an arm lengths away so I may share these moments with your future self.
Love, Mama