Of Hide-and-Seek

We've tried playing hide-and-seek with Micaiah before - wherein one parent would hide with her while the other sought and then we'd switch and she'd get to look for one of us.  But she didn't quite seem to get it. 

She still doesn't get it - but it's so much cuter watching her try at this point.

Therefore, tonight, while I cooked dinner, Philip stood in the kitchen, covered his eyes and began counting after instructing Micaiah to hide.  When she continued standing next to the dining room table with a huge grin on her face (apparently excited to see what would happen when the countdown was over), I rushed her over to the hall closet, coaxed her inside and went back to cooking.  As Daddy opened his eyes and began his search there was an excited "Daddy!" from the closet.  She was caught.

After helping her count while Philip hid, hoping she'd get the idea, we tried again.  He stood in the kitchen, covered his eyes and began the count.  She stood still.  Again I whisked her away, to the bathtub this time, telling her to be quiet and Daddy would come get her.  Just as he opened his eyes I heard a small voice yell, "Mommy!" I yelled back, "Shh.  Daddy's going to come get you but you have to be very quiet!"  Just as he entered the hall there was an, "O.K.!"  Foiled again.

After yet another round of finding Daddy, I helped her hide again.  She insisted on the hall closet again - I thought it was a good technique - who thinks of looking in the same place twice?  Genius, really.  Until she giggled quite happily while he began to seek.  This time, though, Daddy was a sport and pretended not to notice.  Wandering into the bedrooms he yelled, "Where's Micaiah?" To which we both heard, "I coming, Daddy!" and the pitter patter of little feet running out of the hall closet.

She's the best.  (But maybe we'll have to save hide-and-seek for a little while.)