Towers

We got a new rug for our living room. When I say new, I mean mostly that we GOT a rug at all, since there was none there before. Now our living room has a very cool buffet we bought on ebay, and a rug (and some boxes and a few dust bunnies, but whatever). Still no sofa or tables, but hopefully those will be coming soon. Anyway, the new rug makes the living room a great place to plop Emma for some crawling practice and play time.

So this morning after her breakfast, and after vacuuming (a necessary evil in a house with two dogs and two cats), I put Emma in the center of the rug and pulled out her new blocks, the ones from her recently married and very generous Uncle Andy and Aunt Alyson. I built the blocks up into a tower for her and sat down on the floor to help her pick them up when she knocked them down.

Only she didn’t knock them down. She stared at them for a while, and then for the next forty-five minutes played with everything in the room EXCEPT the blocks. She played with Skye, who thankfully is better with babies than he is with cats, then the cord to the vacuum, then - after I put the cord away (cords tend to be frowned upon by the American Academy of Pediatrics) - she played with the vacuum itself. When she got tired of that she crawled over to the edge of the rug and flipped it back and forth, then came over to me and crawled on me for a while. All. very. carefully. avoiding. the. blocks.

I left them there for when she wakes up from her nap.