How did she do it?

After becoming a parent myself, I really have no idea how mom kept up with me.  My minion is into everything and can destroy small villages if given the opportunity.  So, to think of my little ole blind momma dealing with a crawler, then a toddler and a crazy, run for their life walker, I was in awe. How did she do it?

Some of you might be wondering where was my dad in all of this?  And that is a good question.  To be truthfully honest, dad was probably laying on the bed watching TV or reading a Guns and Ammo magazine. When you envision a couch potato, my dad could be the poster child.  Please, don't misunderstand me, my dad is a good man, but just not very present in much of my life or his own for that matter. Much of whatever was done with me or to me was accomplished through the efforts of mom.

Back then, mom had amazing hearing and sometimes I swore she had eyes in the back of her head, because she always knew what I was doing, dammit! But probably the reason she knew is because she put bells on my shoes.  That's how she always found me when I started crawling and much to her dismay, I began walking at 10 months old.  Poor woman!  Though, the bells were not fool proof and at times I was stealthy.

One day, mom was sitting on the floor talking on the phone, which my mother still does almost constantly to this day.  I was sitting beside her, being an angel, as always.  At some point, things got very quite and she reached over to see if I was still there, but I had disappeared.  Mom started crawling on the floor reaching out for me and calling my name, but I never answered.  She then crawled into the kitchen searching and my bedroom, but still no Cindy.  In the midst of the search, mom had to go to the bathroom.  When she sat down on the toilet, she heard a little giggle and there she found me behind the bathroom door.  You will learn in later stories how valuable doors are to our little family.  I continue to have fun with them and her to this day.

Another of the extraordinarily precious things I learned to do was to shred my diaper.  The first incident happened when I was about 7 months old.  One Sunday morning, I seemed to be sleeping a bit later than usual.  Mom came in to check on me and found that I had pooped and didn't want that filth on me anymore.  So, I took off the diaper and decided to paint a beautiful mosaic on my bedroom wall and my crib. Of course, when mom found this she vomited in the crib and all the way to the bathroom. Mom was able to pull herself together enough to clean me up. And thankfully, dad pulled himself off the bed long enough to clean the crib and my mosaic.  I think they really bonded that day, all over my my poop.  Good times, good times.