Woke up again to snow falling and birds singing.
Snow covered tulips are depressing.
It's a mess and hard to find anything.
I cleared...then sorted and put like items into individual bags.
Upon finding matches, scissors and meds, I decided it would be wise to relocate most of the first aid supplies to a shelf out of the baby's reach.
I left the container with the band aids in the drawer.
D says With experience comes a kind of Sixth Sense which tells you just how much is a pinch of salt; it informs you, without unnecessary peeks, when a cake is ready to come out of the oven; it gives you a nudge to investigate when Junior has been a little too quiet for too long.
I think it was my 6th sense that led me to the first aid drawer...to save me a call to the fire department, poison control and paramedics.