The Mess

Hannah somehow came up with the idea of playing with all her little dolls and plastic toys on the table. Actually, I think it started because Noah was always running off with them when she played on the floor, so she figured if she moved to the table, he couldn't reach. So, for about 2 months, we lived with this mess on the table. We'd put it away, sure, but the next free minute she had, it would be right back out.

One day, Noah realized that if he asked (ie. grunted) enough, we would put him up on a chair to play with his sister. They loved it. Together they would sit and play with the little figurines (Noah, always the boy, would mostly play with the cars). My first day off for the summer, I found a cute little set of plastic chairs and a table, so their mess has been moved. The table suddenly seems huge and empty, but I can't say I miss the mess!