Right now, every morning when I go to get the baby from his crib to start the day we play a really sweet, special game.
He sticks a corner of his blanket through the bars, I pull the rest of it through and then I toss it back over the top rail into his bed.
We do it over and over...maybe 10 times while he beams and me and his ear to ear smile pokes out from behind the edges of his pacifier.
And I just wanted to write that down so I didn't forget.
Wednesday, January 08, 2014
Monday, January 06, 2014
It begins
Our kitchen cupboards are getting so full!
I never realized the space that melamine plates and sippy cups would occupy. It means that everything has had the squeeze in and move to the top shelves. As a result, over the weekend I opened a door and was showered with cups, straws, waterbottles and thermoses. The sad casualty was the plate to my cake safe. Such a bummer because I actually use it every time I bake!
The carnage continued when I left the baby alone for 10 minutes today to blow dry my hair and he ripped two flaps out of his beloved lift-the-flap books!
Up to this point I felt like I was doing alright keeping the kid related stuff and destruction to a minimum in my house, but we've reached a tipping point. The war begins...
I never realized the space that melamine plates and sippy cups would occupy. It means that everything has had the squeeze in and move to the top shelves. As a result, over the weekend I opened a door and was showered with cups, straws, waterbottles and thermoses. The sad casualty was the plate to my cake safe. Such a bummer because I actually use it every time I bake!
The carnage continued when I left the baby alone for 10 minutes today to blow dry my hair and he ripped two flaps out of his beloved lift-the-flap books!
Up to this point I felt like I was doing alright keeping the kid related stuff and destruction to a minimum in my house, but we've reached a tipping point. The war begins...
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