Wednesday, May 07, 2008

She's Playing with What??

Why do toddlers do this? Our 8-month-old daughter has tons of toys to play with in our family room.

There is a musical seat that she can sit in and push buttons that play music, there are little stuffed animals everywhere, there is even a walker that she can cruise around in.

The other day I looked under the table because she was crawling around down there and I heard her laughing.

What was she playing with? My empty Diet Coke bottle. She would knock the bottle over, laugh, it would roll away, she would go get it, knock it over again, lather, rinse, repeat.

It must be very entertaining to be an 8-month-old. I wish I could be entertained by such little things.

Then she put the bottle down and went over and started chewing on my wife's "switch flops". Yummy!

What is it with these "switch flops" anyway? Do we really flip-flops where you can just rip off the top and change the color? They're right up there with Crocs. Boy, THOSE look attractive.

I have a pair of flip flops and about four pairs of shoes. That's all I really need out of life.

My wife's side of the closet looks like a DSW liquidation sale.

The little one can really COOK in that walker, by the way. I mean I put her in it, turn around to get something, and she is GONE in a puff of smoke.

BOOM! Just like that she's at the top of the basement steps. OK, time to keep THAT door closed from now on.

She's also taken a keen interest in eating the fake grass that's in our fake plant in the bathroom. The other day, I got out of the shower and she had this funny green mustache.

OK, I thought. She's either eaten her Kermit the Frog doll or she got into the Diaper Genie again.

Then, I realized what she had been doing. Why fake grass?

The eight-month-old criteria for whether or not something is entertaining must go like this...
1) Does it light up?
2) Does it make noise?
3) Can I eat it?

If it doesn't pass 1) or 2), we skip right to 3), I suppose.

Well, something smells rotten so she's either finger-painting in her own spit-up again or there's a diaper to be changed.

Either way, I'm outta' here! Gosh, would ya' look at the time?