Thursday, August 12, 2010

Mobility, Phase Move Your Shoes, Mommy, Or Else

Margaret, in the last two weeks of vacation, has been blossoming into a champion roller.  It has become a means of moving herself from point to point.  More importantly, it has become a conscious means of moving herself from point to point.  She sees what she wants and she rolls to it.  She hasn't really figured out obstacles yet, but we're hoping.*

Anyway, a couple of nights ago, she decided that what she wanted was my shoes.

My shoes are not really what you would call clean.

And, just to preface these pictures, I kept the shoe out of her mouth.  Mostly.  Germs are good for you, right?

Step one: see the shoe


Step Two: Approach the shoe


Step Three: Look at Mommy, daring her to take it away.


Step Four: Readdress the shoe.


Step 5: Chow on laces.


The kid, incidentally, seems to have a deep love of shoes.  Apparently they're her solid food of choice.

*And by hoping, I mean abstractly wanting her to grow and develop while still recognizing the utility of a strategically placed pillow.  There's a certain tension between desires here.

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