My Messy Child
She's not even a year old yet, but she can trash a room like any kid three times her age. She has too many toys obviously. She has a habit of removing every single toy from her toy box. She also has a big bag of mega bloks (I think there are over 200 in the box), and she feels the need to empty the bag of every single one; she isn't too interested in actually putting the pieces together, just creating a mess. It's the same when she eats now too. She chucks food, not because she doesn't like the food or because she isn't interested, she throws it solely to watch us pick it up.
My Daughter Destroys the Living Room
Winter Baby
It's winter, and the snow is falling. We're here in Western New York, where the snow falls all the time. And so today, we took Baby J. out and had her take a seat in the snow. We dressed her up pretty well before hand, threw on her thermal underwear, warm pants, her plush winter coat, her winnie-the-pooh hat and her mittens. She was snug, warm as could be in the cold day.
But she still didn't like. She didn't play with the snow. She looked up at us for a minute or two, whimpered and then cried. Next year, I tell myself, next year I'll be fighting with her to keep her out of the snow. But this first year, well, she's not a snow baby.
Baby Sitting in the Snow
What is going on here?
This is a weird picture I took. If you weren't there, I'm sure you'd ask "What is going on here?"
What is going on here?
D.
My Little Basement Spy
My office is in the basement. At the top of the stairs that lead to the basement there is a gate that prevents my daughter from tumbling headfirst down the steps. The gate is about 2 inches off the floor, and once my daughter discovered this and discovered I was in the basement working, she took it upon herself to get down on all four, peep through the 2 inch hole and spy on me as best she can.
My Little Basement Spy
D.
