Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Admitedly, this post will be of no interest to anyone but me. Since I am the author, owner, proprietor and key-(wo)man of this blog...what the heck?
My just turned 4 year old sat down in her room during quiet time. (Yes, I would really love to be calling it nap time. But since she has put her foot down and her lungs up regarding the nap situation it is now to be forever known as quiet time each afternoon.) It was dangerously quiet. By dangerously I mean that usually when I don't hear from her in a while it turns out that the kitchen chairs have been glued together, all of our lotion bottles have been skillfully mixed so the smells are "prettier", a pig tail has been carefully eliminated from her head or every single stitch of clothing in her closet has been re-arranged and re-hung according to her crafty plan, just to name a few of my favorites.
But today I barged in to her room and presto. A 100 piece puzzle was put together. Perfectly I might add. It was a strange and true and altogether new phenomenon for us. Kid has a toy. Kid actually chooses to quietly play with toy. Kid does not whine about being in a room alone with about 1000 toys, poor deprived lost soul.
I'm pretty damned proud of the little gal. 100 piece puzzle, hmmm I'm not altogether sure I could have pulled that one off.