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January 10, 2009
Big Shoes
We're running out of obvious containers in which to place the child. And so today, I thought she might enjoy trying on Robbi's boots, which have been sitting unused throughout this snowless winter.
At first, Alden wasn't convinced that this was a good idea.
But as soon as she realized that the boots didn't prohibit pursuit of her new favorite pastime (investigating the contents of any cabinet in reach), her attitude improved markedly.
Her very favorite new game is puling the dishcloths down from the handle of the oven door.
This game is great fun for the baby.
And somewhat less thrilling for whomever has to keep hanging the towels up . . .
. . . that they might be pulled down once more.
The world, to this child, is a magical place of towel bars that replenish themselves, diapers that become clean, and bowls that suddenly fill with food just when the hunger strikes. It must be so disappointing on that day when we realize that this isn't how things actually work, that eventually one must hang up her own towel and clean up her own mess, regardless of how large a pair of boots she's wearing.
Posted by bogenamp at January 10, 2009 09:56 PM