Silence isn't always golden

As Quinn becomes more active and a little more mobile, I have quickly learned that while quiet is sometimes music to my ears, it usually means he is up to something he shouldn't be.
As I said in the last post, Quinn has started to make some more sounds and he goes on and on for a long time babbling to himself, and sometimes it gets quite loud. In fact, on a number of occasions while I was watching TV , I have caught myself hitting the mute button while pointing the remote in Quinn's direction. Surprisingly it doesn't work on Quinn, or on the baby monitor as well.
Anyway, I love to hear Quinn's voice, but sometimes I just want to hear quiet. This is where the line "be careful what you wish for" comes into effect.
A few weeks ago, I had purchased Quinn a couple of new toys to play with, since he is getting bored of everything we have for him. I unpacked a couple of them from their boxes and left him with his new treasures while I threw away the packaging.
I was quiet pleased that he was content, and discovering his new friends, so I went to the kitchen to start dinner.
Wow, I thought, he really must be enjoying himself, as not a peep was to be heard from my little guy. I went to check on him, and lo and behold, he wasn't playing with his new toys, but had somehow discovered the small piece of cardboard that I mistakenly left behind and was sucking on it.
So, I took it away and the quietness disappeared. I had ruined his fun.
A few more times since then, I have discovered our quiet Quinny has gotten a hold of something he isn't supposed to, or working his way to something he isn't supposed to, but now I have realized that once all is quiet, all is not well.
Case in point, was this morning.
I had just finished giving Quinn his breakfast and decided to check out the e-mail etc. I put him on his blanket with some toys, and I went about my work on the computer. He was babbling away and having fun, and then all of a sudden he went quiet. I turned around to see what he was up to and to my complete disgust was splashing his hand in a puddle of puke.
I raced around trying to clean him and the floor up before he made even more of a mess.
My instincts were right. He was up to something he shouldn't be, and now I know, that silence, at least when it involves a child, is never good, unless of course they are asleep.