Tupperware Is More Fun Than Toys
My daughter's first birthday is right around the corner. I can't believe it's been almost a year already since she's arrived. I'm debating what to get her for her birthday. She mostly needs clothes, but I'm thinking I might get her a brand new, delux tupperware set, since her favorite thing in the world is playing with tupperware lids on the kitchen floor.
It was funny because we had a friend's baby over the other day, and he too went right for the tupperware dishes. What's it about tupperware that is like a giant baby magnet? I wish adults were like that, just have some friends over, and you all plop down in the middle of the kitchen floor, bust out the tupperware and go to town throwing lids around, putting smaller tupperware inside larger tupperware, oh the possibilities are endless.
D.
Mommy’s Christmas Gift
Every Christmas I try to make my wife one homemade gift. We do stockings for each other, and we buy each other little things we probably don't really need. But on top of that, I like to make something a little more special. This year I drew a picture of Baby J. I framed the picture, and I wrapped it up. We leave little clues on our presents for each other, so we can try to guess before we open them. My clue to her was: Mommy's Little Monkey.
Mommy's Little Monkey
D.
Baby Kissing Boys
My wife had a few friends over yesterday, and one of those friends has a couple of young boys. They were all playing together. I have this theory that Baby J. thinks of herself as an older kid. Of the two boys, one was 3 years old, and the other was exactly the same age as my daughter. Baby J. gravitated more toward the older boy. With the younger boy, she would pet his hair affectionately, but she didn't say much to him. With the older boy, she was talking (in her own little language which mostly consists of "no's" and "da das"), and she would wave her arms at him and chase after him as fast as she could.
And she even kissed him.
Kissing boys...not already!
I need to explain to her from an early age the dangers of cooties. Oh that most dangerous of child diseases.
D.
Question to Self: I wonder if I'll still have this blog in more than a decade when she'll actually be dating boys.
Santa’s Little Helper
After Christmas day, Baby J. and I assembled the big gift we received, one of those baby carriages you pull with your bike. It was the big gift from Grandma. Baby J. tried helping me unload the box. She lost interest, when I actually started assembling the carriage. Then later when I tried testing it out by putting her into it, she had a meltdown. Oh well, she'll get used to it. We can't use it for a few months anyway, the snow has finally arrived in our region, and there won't be any bike riding for awhile now.
Santa's Little Helper
D.
Christmas Gifts Abound
christmas gifts everywhere
Baby J.'s first Christmas consisted of a LOT of presents. I think she received more presents this Christmas than I have in my last 10 combined.
Despite ball poppers and mega blocks and bath toys galore, despite bongos and books and new teddy bears, despite stacking cups and board books and a pretty purple purse, despite toy phones and toy puppies and toys, toys, toys, she loved most of all the wrapping paper and the boxes. And yesterday, she was back in the kitchen playing with tupperware lids while her toys sat unused in another room.
Maybe next year I'll just wrap some empty boxes.
D.
