Well, folks, it's official.
Baby Manzo Cherub Linebacker is on the move.
He pulls things off shelves.
He makes a bee line for the dog's food/water.
He pulls himself up on objects--some of which are not very steady.
In a nutshell: this child is in the stage where he needs eyeballs glued to him at every waking moment during the whole day. (every one of HIS waking moments, that is.)
Gone are the days when he will sit next to me on the bed while I fold an enormous pile of laundry...
...and here's an example:
Last week I was folding laundry in one of the kids' bedrooms. I shut the door (baby containment) and kept my eyes on Manzo the whole time.
The good news: I got all the laundry folded.
The bad news: During that same period of time, he pulled a bunch of books off the bookshelves.
Good thing I had been meaning to go through that bookshelf to organize/purge anyway, right???
Ah, I remember this stage well.
Basically, you make a little progress in one area...but while you are filling one bucket, there is another bucket that is being poured out.
For some crazy reason I get a kick out of this domestic poetic irony.
And for some crazy reason, this song from my childhood always comes to mind.
This song is from one of my favorite Disney movies, The Sword and the Stone.
My little brother Robert must've watched that movie 6,853 times when he was a little boy. He really liked it.
As a result, I think I know most of the songs from the movie.
This one is the one that comes to mind when I comtemplate folded laundry + messy pile of books.
"That's What Makes the World Go Round"
Enjoy!
and happy weekend!
{posted by Abbie}
