Luke climbed up onto the table, grabbed his sister's cup (a real cup, since I'm interested in getting Amanda off the sippee cup before she's 5), climbed down carefully, and dumped it all over the floor. He then started laughing and splashing in the juice.
At the bottom of the stairs that lead toward the kitchen, there is a "knee wall", i.e., you can look right from the stairs into the kitchen towards the sink. I have always kept the dishsoap, sponges, silverware basket between the sink and the wall. Now Luke climbs up 4 steps, gets on his tip toes, leans way over the 3rd step to grab things from behind the sink (he is now standing on one tip toe on the 4th step and holding onto the top of the ledge), then pulls himself back onto the 4th step so he can stand up again, with whatever he managed to grab. Today he grabbed the dish soap. Since he can't flip the top open, he unscrewed it. He tried to drink it, and then dumped it on the stairs. I now have one very clean step...
He climbed up onto his sister's chair, reached half way across the table to grab my dish of meatballs (well, the meatballs were gone, but the sauce was still there). He turned it upside down on his sister's plate, and then started crying because he couldn't grab it and turn it rightside up. I was thankful for surface tension and uncoordinated fingers.
Please tell me, when do I learn? =) Perhaps if I haven't by now, I never will.
At the bottom of the stairs that lead toward the kitchen, there is a "knee wall", i.e., you can look right from the stairs into the kitchen towards the sink. I have always kept the dishsoap, sponges, silverware basket between the sink and the wall. Now Luke climbs up 4 steps, gets on his tip toes, leans way over the 3rd step to grab things from behind the sink (he is now standing on one tip toe on the 4th step and holding onto the top of the ledge), then pulls himself back onto the 4th step so he can stand up again, with whatever he managed to grab. Today he grabbed the dish soap. Since he can't flip the top open, he unscrewed it. He tried to drink it, and then dumped it on the stairs. I now have one very clean step...
He climbed up onto his sister's chair, reached half way across the table to grab my dish of meatballs (well, the meatballs were gone, but the sauce was still there). He turned it upside down on his sister's plate, and then started crying because he couldn't grab it and turn it rightside up. I was thankful for surface tension and uncoordinated fingers.
Please tell me, when do I learn? =) Perhaps if I haven't by now, I never will.
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