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Earlier this evening I went into my bathroom to take out my contacts. As I walked into my bedroom, I could faintly hear an unfamiliar man’s voice. I thought, “Hmm, is the window open?” and walked around my bed toward the window. Then I noticed the baby monitor on the floor below the window. The voice was coming from the monitor.

I turned the volume up and heard a man’s voice saying, “Daddy’s gonna kiss you! Daddy’s gonna kiss you!” A woman’s voice than chimed in, saying, “You’re so cute! You’re so cute!”

Ahhhh….sharing baby monitor frequencies. I guess it’s just one of the pitfalls of living in a neighborhood full of young families. Baby monitors are in abundance! It’s actually surprising that this was the first time in 6 weeks that such a thing happened.

I switched the monitor to another frequency and went and changed the frequency on the base in Ryan’s room. No more listening to random neighbors instead of my own precious babe sleeping in his crib.

Then it occurred to me: I wonder if anyone else has heard US over the monitor? We don’t spend a lot of time in Ryan’s room since most of his toys are in his playroom, but there are a few conversations that are sure to be overheard.

Every morning when I go in to get Ryan out of bed I say, “Good morning, Sunshine!” He gives me a radiant smiles and says, “Sunshine!” It always melts my heart–and on particularly hormonal days, can make me cry.

He then yells, “JUMP, JUMP, JUMP!” and starts jumping on his mattress. I laugh and somewhat encourage this unsafe behavior by singing, “Jump, jump, jump” with him. Oh yeah, total grounds for our neighbors to call CPS.

But it’s no matter–if anyone was listening what they’d really hear was a smart, funny, joyful toddler and a mother who loves him and his antics. That’s not so bad, is it?

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