A few weeks ago, during the boys' afternoon nap, I sat down exhausted. Why was the apartment such a mess? It didn't used to be so messy. Was I getting sloppy? What was going on? In the bathroom there were diapers strewn across the floor. Bath toys were all over the shower floor and trailed out onto the bath mat. The hamper of dirty clothes had been emptied, each item flung in a different direction.
Things were just as bad out in the living room. Books that hadn't been touched since we got settled in here were pulled out onto the floor. The bead maze was lying on its side. Plastic lids and cooking utensils were mixed in with the books. Shoes that had been neatly arranged beside the door were now scattered in disarray. A piece of toast was peeking out from under the couch. Then it struck me. Of course! We have a crawler! How had I forgotten about this stage? Peter, who has been eyeing everything around him for months, now has the ability to go check it out, and he's not wasting any time.
Off to something new!
5 comments:
I love it! And, yes, I think it is messier the second time around. You wouldn't leave a bucket of crayons on the floor for a baby to get into, but Eliot will.
He is so adorable. Just remember that "a spotless house is the sign of a wasted life" and enjoy!
Great pictures Nora! I love the one of him sitting behind the futon. Seriously. It's my new background.
xxoo
Love the pictures of Peter behind the couch.
What a chuckle I had reading your blog. Aren't you glad you have such an explorer in your home - interested in his environment. Reminded me when I stayed at Lake Louise and the fun Grandpa Hu had exploring his grandmother's house. Must run in the genes.
Luv
Gigi
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