So by now you've seen many corners of my home. But have you seen what's hiding in the corners of my home? Marbles, coins, caribiners, blocks, dominoes, vintage buttons, playmobil hair, rocks, acorns, and more marbles.
I'm losing a battle with these little bits and bobs. I step on them, I fall on them (yes, stepping on a rolling marble can most certainly result in a fall. stop laughing!), I nag about them (though, really, the boys do an awesome job trying to pick up all the little bits, and um, see how many of them are mine anyway?) , and sometimes I don't even see them. But Adelaide does, and right now her major life goal is to find as many of these itty bits of things as possible, to hold them tightly in her hands until I see her, and then to pop them in her mouth, laughing all the while. Which makes my seemingly full-time goal right now, to get them first. But she's winning. This is one day's worth of her 'chokeable, and therefore it must be SO cool' finds. One day. She's pretty hard core about her work, too. I mean, she's serious when I'm about to get there first, and the chase is on, and she squeals in delight as she runs across the room from me.
For those of you thinking what I did before I had two (and three) children, let me stop you right there to say, it's impossible. It is impossible to keep all the 'little' toys up and away with older siblings around. Luckily, there's some sort of magical resiliance that later children are born with. Thank goodness for that.
And so, we play this game. And did I tell you she's winning? And I have an odd feeling that as soon as this stage is over, I'm going to seriously miss stepping on a lego, or chasing her around the room with one in her hand. Well no, maybe I won't miss stepping on them. Ouch.
More Corners Of My Home here.
