We no longer have chairs around the kitchen table (or in the kitchen for that matter). No more end tables. The sofa table is now up against the wall instead of, you know, THE SOFA. The coffee table is still in it’s place, but only because it’s low and on carpet. That’s right, Zoey is a climber. The kid has some serious upper body strength. She can move a chair from two rooms away, over carpet, and into the kitchen exactly where she wants it. Which currently is at the sink. She loves to play in the sink, around the sink, and with anything she can reach by the sink. Of course we took the regular precautions: moved the knife block far away, only gave her plastic things to play with, stood right behind her so she wouldn’t fall. But let me be the first to tell you: if you are not the one actually playing in the sink it gets old. Fast.
Apparently, if you are 16 months old and my child you MUST PLAY IN THE SINK EVERY WAKING MOMENT. And if you are not allowed to play in the sink you must wait, in stealth mode, until your mother is busy doing something else (i.e. – cleaning up the plant you just over turned in the other room). Then, you must seize the moment and push a chair up to the sink and turn on the water! Or, alternately, throw a massive tantrum. Again and again. And yet again. Until your mother is broken.
I am broken. My 16 month old, 22 pound child — she has broken me. The sink and the chairs, they are my arch nemisi. BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN SPOT SOMEONE PLAYING IN THE SINK.
Take this sink and chair!!! Hiiiiiii-yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! (imagine awesome jumping karate kick here)
One word, people: FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!