The other day a friend came by to bring me a tub of clothes her daughter had outgrown. Leah was thrilled by this….but not for the same reason I was. While I was sorting through everything on the family room floor, Leah was ecstatic at the new playthings…especially the one or two brand new items that, yes, still had tags on them.
We all know how much she loves tags.
Because it is impossible to sort clothes while a baby is sucking on them, I moved Leah to a place where she 1)would be out of the way, 2)would stay out of the way, and 3)would have fun in the meantime.
This wasn’t the first time she had been in a box or tub or basket, but this was the first time she has really thought it was fun. She loved – loved – that she could stand in it and use the sides to hold herself up no matter which way she turned. She also, as you can see here, loved that I left a pair of socks in the tub when I put her in. In the mouth they went….and can you see the recent peril of anything and everything, as she has discovered her teeth?
Eventually her rambunctiousness in the tub turned it on its side – with her still in it – and she didn’t really know what to think about that. She played for a couple more minutes…
…before deciding that she had other things to do.
1 of your thoughts:
That picture of her tearing that sock limb from limb with her teeth is precious! She looks like a little lion cub!
Wait, wasn't that what she dressed up as for Halloween? Coincidence or careful motherly planning?
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