...well, not really. But Monday, Rachel makes the big move to mobiles! This means a more regular feeding schedule (breakfast, lunch, afternoon snack, cooked by the staff), finger foods (which she has demonstrated no interest in but hopefully will take to, once she sees the other kids) and more complicated toys. It also means she'll be around kids who walk, albeit hesitantly. We hope they don't squash her.
And, finally, it means she'll probably be walking soon, which means the end of (relative) peace and quiet in our home: Baby gates, watching her every minute, babyproofing every corner, etc. Oh, well, I'm hoping it also means I'll be able to take her to daycare on the bus, which will save me the cost of parking downtown.
We recently had an appraiser in our house, who noticed the big pile of toys in the living room. "How many kids do you have?" he asked. "Just one," Drew answered. The guy paused and said, "that's a lot of toys for one kid." That got us thinking that it may be time to retire the pull toys we've hung from the playmat -- the toys she used to bat at, then started grabbing, and now has lost interest in. Perhaps we will finally fold up the playmat and let her just crawl around on the rug.
The toy situation is my fault, I'm afraid -- I am constantly looking for good, gently used educational toys to stimulate her brain and excite her imagination. I look at it as a hedge against the day when she becomes a teenager and decides that everything is BORRRINGGG.....especially her parents.
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