Last week I was getting ready for work, Paul was already out the door, and I was not exactly running late, but I was getting close. So, I am in the kitchen chopping up fruits and veggies into ridiculously small pieces for Madeleine's lunch and racking my brain for ideas of what else I can send with her to eat. Normally (i.e. most mornings I have a similar "oh crap, what is MaddyPants going to take for lunch" moment), she is in the high chair or playing with pots and pans at my feet. On this particular morning, she was in the living room happily babbling and coo-ing. I could see the top of her head, so I knew she was not near the normal danger zones--power outlets, power cords, other electronics, choking hazards, breakable items....you know, the things she likes most. At first I was just thrilled she was happy and I could continue chopping and labeling random food items with her name and the date and tossing them into her lunch bag. But after a bit my curiosity got the best of me--what was making her so happy? how dangerous is it? So I popped into the living room and this is what I found:
The box was pretty much empty by the time I found her and she was loving it. I couldn't believe how fast she could pull them out--two hands, one right after the other. It was hilarious! Sorry for the bad picture with her eyes closed, but as I said, I was getting close to running late.