Most of the time when the kids are quiet it is for a not so good reason, like Emma going up to the craft room to paint...and painting herself instead of the paper. Or Jack has crawled into the dog kennel...or the water bowl. Or Emma is helping me knit my latest project by taking all the stitches off the needles and using the needles as a magic wand. Clearly I tend to run all over the house looking for the kids when there is silence.
This morning, it happened again. I was just sitting down to read my e-mail (you know, the ones from my close friends groupon, williams-sonoma, and children's place). Finally having a sip of my now lukewarm coffee. Why do I bother with hot coffee? And the dog is laying at my feet, good the kids are giving her a break. As I am sitting at my desk, I notice that it seems pretty quiet in the house. "Oh, crap!" I jump up and run to the kitchen, convinced I will see kids covered in flour and olive oil, or something close to that picture. I come around the corner, and what do I see? Emma and Jack sitting in front of the fridge. "Jack this is an E, and this is an M, if you put them together it is my name. Jack this is the letter C, stick it to the rator (what most people call the fridge ;-))" I tiptoed out of the room as quickly and quietly as I could, and just wished that I had my camera charged so I could take a picture. Ahhh, I guess the quiet isn't always a bad sign.