From the other room, I watched Chloe standing in the middle of the living room. She raised her arms out beside her, looked down at the floor and slowly started turning in a circle. After a few turns, she became more confident and turned faster.
Faster and faster she went, a grin on her face as wide as her outstretched arms. Suddenly, she stumbled. Her smile faltered. It was replaced with an expression of shock and concern. "Uh-oh," she said as she plopped to the floor, a victim of both dizziness and gravity.
Each night before I go to bed, I go into Chloe and Cole's rooms to check on them.
I make sure they're not about to roll off the edge of their beds. I make sure they're tucked under the covers. I stand there and watch their sweet slumber for a minute or two, then I steal one - or several - last kisses.
As you well know, we've had some real weather excitement over the last week or so. Stormy weather always brings about a trying time in the Myers household. The reason is because Cole doesn't like thunder. In fact, it terrifies him.