Tuesday, January 24, 2012
The Toddler Feats of Strength
As I've mentioned before, our baby is turning has turned into something different. The immobile, usually quiet, relatively low maintenance infant is no more. She moves now. She talks. She grabs things. Her bodily emissions are less cute and way more gross. She needs action. And for every action, there's an equal and opposite reaction usually requiring paper towels or a call to poison control.
Instead of scales and doctor visits, her development is measured in what she can now reach, break, climb, fit in her mouth, or feed to the dog that was previously thought unattainable. Almost every day there is a new feat worthy of praise or a few-seconds-too-late "Noooooo!"
Its clear our once presumed childproofed home has become her personal obstacle course and training ground. Like she's a miniature Greco athlete preparing for an ultimate test of toddler dexterity and cleverness. What kind of contest could this be? If her recent training regime is any indication, it would be some form of Toddler Decathlon. I'm documenting the ten likely events to earn the gold. Stay tuned.