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What I am glad about: Sadie does not spend her every waking toddler moment trying to dive into the toilet. Or the trash can.
Why I have to remind myself to be glad: She is drawn instead—inexorably—to the pile of crumbs/sand/dirt/paper scraps/feathers*/stray noodles that I sweep up every day. Several times a day.
Leave the dust pile alone, sweet baby!
*We do not have birds, but we do have feather boas. Which shed.
No matter how unappealing it is, they’ll want it if we don’t want them to have it. Yuck!
By the by, you’ve been awarded. Anyone who redirects a toddler so lovingly deserves this much more than I.
http://miscellaneoustitlex.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-likes-me-she-really-likes-me.html
Kids crack me up. My kids are big now and I miss the little bity kiddie antics.
My guy is constantly finding pieces of dog food, no matter what we do.
Mmm, dog food. (Almost as good as ice cream. No, not really.)
I know! There is just something so attractive about those dust piles, my son does it too. The whole floor to walk on and he goes for the pile of dirt I’m trying to clean….
And I agree about the teapot museum costing way too much. Every time I head to my parent’s home I shake my head at the waste.
Ha! Yeah, my son is drawn to trashcans as well as crumbs, dustbunnies, etc.
Thanks for the comment. The green carrier is a mei tai. It’s one of my faves. Come back soon!