Our video monitor is my security blanket. It's my rock. It's not *technically* necessary, of course. Marla's room is right next to ours and I could hear her through a herd of elephants if I had to, but I still love it. It's hard to explain if you have only ever used a regular audio monitor, but video really does make a huge difference. On the other hand, sometimes what you don't know can't hurt you. For instance, if I couldn't see it happening, I would probably never know that she was manhandling the camera during a nap the other day. This interest in the camera is new. I was forced to move it from its perch on top of her crib to a bookshelf across her room. She can no longer reach it, although she continues to point at it and make concerned comments: "Dat. Ba. Ahhh-baaaa!!" Whatever.
(Why does this picture remind me of a movie where the bad guy rips the security camera down before robbing the bank and fleeing with a hostage?)
Ok, so I found a work-around on the camera end. But imagine my horror on Sunday when I discovered that the receiver wasn't working. Marla had gotten a hold of it and somehow changed the settings and deleted the connection to the camera. So maybe she's not a bank robber, but one of those evil genius computer hackers that deciphers nuclear codes from her bedroom. Yesterday she changed the screen saver on Jeff's phone... to a picture of herself. I don't know about you, but I'm a little scared of what this generation of techies is capable of.
|"NO CAMERA" = sad face|