Tupperware Party
We’ve made some changes to the kitchen organization. Two of the lower cabinets are now devoted exclusively to toys. While we cook or do dishes the baby can amuse himself by pulling every last thing out of these six shelves.
But after those are empty, the real treat is the Tupperware. He methodically pulls it out, unstacks each one, slobbers on it and puts the wet end on the dirtiest part of the floor. Every speck of Cheerio dust, every ancient mummified greenbean, every cat hair sticks to my (formerly) clean containers.
I could put it on a high shelf. But I use it all the time and this is clearly an easy spot to reach. Plus it keeps him out of the trashcan and other temptations. Like his obsession with getting ALL the toilet paper off the roll.
We have dirty Tupperware in the kitchen and a big fluffy pile of Quilted Northern in the bathroom. And a happy baby boy. Into everything. Playing hard. Discovering new things faster than I can even imagine.
