Winsted-Lester Prairie Journal, March 1, 1999

Look out: there's a baby in the house


I have a baby sister. She is so small and cute. Her name is Ida, after my grandmother.

When Ida was very small, she would cry sometimes at night and no one would get any sleep. Then mother started giving her a bottle of milk when she cried and she seemed to like that. So whenever she cried, I would run to her with the bottle and stick it in her mouth and she would drink the bottle and go right to sleep.

When Ida was 10 months old, she started to walk around things. She found out that there were buttons on the television, and, boy, did she mess it up. My dad couldn't even fix it and a television repair man was called.

It cost $40 to fix it and, after that, we had to keep her away from the t.v. My dad took some of the buttons off and taped the others so that she couldn't take them off and then she left it alone.

Just as we relaxed a little, we heard a big crash. Mother ran into the kitchen and found all the pots and pans on the floor. Ida had opened the cupboard doors and pulled everything out.

Mother said, "Ida, you are a bad girl."

Ida started to laugh and pound on the pans. Mother sighed and started to pick everything up.

Then she looked around. No Ida. She went to the door and yelled outside to the rest of the family, "Have you seen Ida?"

No, no one had seen her. The whole family started looking for Ida. We looked upstairs and we looked downstairs.

All at once, Dad shouted, "Come, there is water coming through the ceiling below the bathroom."

Oh no, could Ida be in the bathroom? We all raced upstairs. There was water running in the hallway and down the stairs. And there was Ida playing happily on the floor in the bathroom in about an inch of water.

Ida had stuffed some towels into the toilet bowl and flushed it, over and over. The water was overflowing the bowl and running on the floor like a river.

Mother and Dad were so glad that Ida was all right. Dad said that from now on we must keep all the doors to all the rooms shut. He would also run a small pipe through the handles on the cupboard doors to keep Ida from opening them.

Mother said, "What about the goldfish bowl?"

"We will put it up on the table. If she doesn'tcatch the fish and fry them, we will be okay," Dad said.

Everyone laughed, even Ida. She was having such a good time.

Now, Ida is two years-old. At this age, she can run, and I mean run. She doesn't get into so many things or make such a mess anymore.

Mother was talking to a neighbor who has just had a new baby and telling her about all of the mischief Ida used to get into.

The neighbor said, "If my baby does all those things, he will be the last one I have."

But mother said, "Oh, babies are so cute. And they get easier to take care of as they get older. Why, all I have to do is say, 'No, Ida' and she listens to me. She is a very good girl."

Just then we heard a loud crash. We ran into the kitchen and there was the goldfish bowl on the floor. And there was Ida, trying to catch the fish.

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