Life with a Toddler is like Living in a Charlie Chaplin Movie
We watched a Charlie Chaplin movie with my class last year, and I was struck by the constant motion and the constant mishaps that ensued.
As I write this, Ruby has just entered the room with a tube of diaper rash ointment in each hand. I had just put those tubes away in the drawer where they go. Prior to that, they were sitting on top of the toilet in the bathroom. As I walked into her room to put them away, she was busily walking out with a jar of baby lotion. I don't know where she put it, but I'm sure I'll find it soon. A few moments before that, she started carrying off dirty laundry that I was trying to put in the washer.
Now she has knocked over a pile of papers for my class, systematically flung them around her, and looked up at me and said, "No, no!" in exactly the tone of voice I would use to correct her.
To be fair, she did pick them up for me (although this necessitated putting down the tubes of lotion in the middle of the floor.)
There is…
As I write this, Ruby has just entered the room with a tube of diaper rash ointment in each hand. I had just put those tubes away in the drawer where they go. Prior to that, they were sitting on top of the toilet in the bathroom. As I walked into her room to put them away, she was busily walking out with a jar of baby lotion. I don't know where she put it, but I'm sure I'll find it soon. A few moments before that, she started carrying off dirty laundry that I was trying to put in the washer.
Now she has knocked over a pile of papers for my class, systematically flung them around her, and looked up at me and said, "No, no!" in exactly the tone of voice I would use to correct her.
To be fair, she did pick them up for me (although this necessitated putting down the tubes of lotion in the middle of the floor.)
There is…