Now that my sweet, sweet baby is oh-so-mobile, her presence has become more like a small but chubby tornado. Just when I started feeling like I actually had a small amount of time to clean my house again, she learns how to wreak havoc faster than I can un-wreak it... Not only that, but with her newly discovered mobility & freedom, she has developed an alarming fondness for things like electrical outlets, stairs, plastic bags, toilets, doors, electrical cords... pretty much anything that can shock, damage, suffocate, drown, infect, smash, choke or injure. We have a house full of baby toys but these safe/boring playthings hold no interest. I know that she is really just delighting in discovering the world around her, but sometimes it feels more like a quest for self-destruction.This week, she somehow managed to get in the pantry, where she was thrilled to discover a canister of oats. Silly me - I thought I could let her play with it for 60 seconds while I finished in the kitchen. It took much less than that before I looked down and saw oats all over my floor, with my baby excitedly sitting in the middle of the pile. Thank goodness for my Dyson, which I had to use with one hand, holding my chubby tornado on my hip with the other hand - after it became clear that the oats on the floor were just a clever distraction so that she could start climbing up the stairs without interference...
Busy, busy, busy!
2 comments:
I am not looking forward to those days. Elora is already reaching for the electical plugs and anything she is not supposed to play with. They are so busy and so fast, thank goodness they are also so dang cute.
Very nice photo montage!!
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