Today, my beautiful daughter decided to teach me a lesson, or invoke an epiphany...take your pick.
How bad is a mess?
I mean, yes, ketchup on a white carpet is terrible. Spilled milk on your couch is definitely worth crying over, I mean really, how do you get that smell out? But, a mess. Oats on the kitchen floor. Blocks scattered around the living room. EVERY stuffed animal in your house gathered in one large pile in the middle of the floor...
I poured a few cups worth of dried oats into a small Tupperware container, about the size of a shoe box. I had been toying around with the idea of a sensory box for L, but hadn't quite opted to commit without knowing if she was going to enjoy it or not. After all, she's at that age where her favorite activity seems to be to run around the house like a cyclone, and knocking any leaning tower of ANYTHING down.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
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