Sometimes I get so behind in the things that I need to write and record that I can't even find a place to begin. That is how I am feeling tonight and after sitting here for a few minutes without typing a word, I decided to start typing how I am feeling in order to at least have something on the page. Now I'm feeling a little better. I just finished teaching a piano lesson to an Indian man whom I've been teaching for a few weeks now. It is really fun teaching an adult and he is learning quickly. I got the kids in bed early tonight in order to teach in peace (since Nate is on call and has to sleep at the hospital). However, midway through the lesson I heard noises on the 2nd floor and knew there was a boy out of bed (he's the only one that ever escapes, and he does it frequently so I wasn't shocked to hear him). I ignored him, so as to not interrupt the piano lesson but now I am regretting that decision. I came upstairs to the room I'd previously cleaned to the horrible smell of gas. We have a gas stove (much to my chagrine) and Carter had obviously bumped into it or tried to turn it on. I don't know how long he'd left it on but the house reeks of gas! I ran and turned the gas off and then I opened up the windows and sliding glass door, but 20 minutes have passed and I still feel like I'm going to pass out from the odor. When I went into the kitchen I found an orange that Carter tried to open with a butter knife along with some juice on the counter. Oh my little boy. He is so sneaky- nearly every night he tries to break out of his room and steal food. I just don't know what to do about it. But, he makes me laugh with his determination and ideas. I have found him using the kitchen stool, chairs, cabinets and even broom to try and reach whatever it is that looks appetizing at the moment. He's pretty resourceful for a 3 year old!
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