How I almost made my daughter a nerd (like her mom) at the age of 1.583 years old.
Short but sweet story. I took my daughter to Walmart on Friday. As the weather has stangely changed to so much colder at the end of August than expected, I had to dress her in pants for the past weeks or so. Emily Love has grown significantly taller since the last time it was necessary to wear pants and they were a bit short for her now. I bought her a few pairs of walmart brand pants, on sale of course. All the same, one in each color, in the next size. It was way too natural how I picked them out like that! How typically mom like and practical. As I stood in line to pay for them, I thought about it and laughed to myself. Two of those pairs had to get put back. No way could I be cruel enough to make her wear Salmon or bright yellow. Yeah, I know she is too young to care, but I thought it was kind of funny that if she was school age, I single handedly would have ruined my child's social life.
It's true that boxes make great entertainment
Also short but sweet. Due to poor circulation in our apartment, I finally broke down and bought a fan. My daughter thought it was fascinating that the knobs on top cause it to blow around the magazines on the coffee tables. If that wasn't cool enough, I called her to watch me jump on the box to crush it and throw it away. Em was laughing so much and came over to join in the destruction. Each time she stepped on it, she burst into hysterics. Then came the rides. Nothing is more fun than rides on/in a box around the living room. So here we found ourselves until 11:30 pm, stomping and laughing, running and hurling ourselves onto the box, and pushing her around for a ride on the carpet, all while playing some Led Zepp Presence. My partner in crime and I are ridiculously silly and play like this every night. Our neighbors must love us. And we still haven't thrown away the box.