>> Sunday, April 25, 2010
(not my daughter pictured, but isn't the picture cute?)
As a change of pace, I want to talk about something happy (and to remind myself I'd like it better if talking about something happy weren't "a change of pace").
This morning, my daughter woke me up at 7:30. She wasn't crying or complaining or demanding my attention. Instead, I heard her grunting industriously over the baby monitor (which, since it's flaking most times, was pretty amazing by itself). It's a video monitor and I glanced up to see what she was grunting about.
My daughter was quite busy. She'd been irked the night before because she'd dragged her favorite blanket (the quilt her father made her) through orange juice and I didn't get it all cleaned until long after she went to bed. She'd squawked some time before finally falling asleep and Lee dropped it in there when it was dry so she'd find it when she woke up.
Now, Roxy has LOTS of blankets, a couple of big fuzzy pillows and a huge stuffed caterpillar in her crib. The caterpillar is huge, probably a foot in diameter and long enough to wrap around three sides of her crib.
What was she doing? Systematically throwing everything in her crib out on to the floor - everything, but her favorite quilt. She was quite determined. Small blankets required no grunting, but pillows were more challenging and required levering them up and sliding them over. I nearly laughed out loud when as she struggled with the caterpillar that weighed nearly as much as she did (and that is much larger). But she tossed it out in the end, with a grunt of satisfaction
Leaving just the bed and her blanket, the one she wanted. Ain't she something?
I don't know why she did it, but it was the happiest I've woken up all week.