Paul figured out how to pull the sugar bowl toward him, again. This is my second sugar bowl. This time, though, he noticed the little spoon that goes in it, and decided to practice his skills by getting little shovel-fulls of sugar into his mouth. I don’t know exactly how long this went on, because I was baking banana bread at the time, and failed to notice how quiet Paul was being:
I don’t know if this is a win or a loss, because on the one hand, of course I don’t want him playing with my sugar bowl or eating straight sugar, but I mean, this was some of his best spoon-to-food-to-mouth work yet, so I feel like that counts for something?
And because I know you’re all wondering where I got such a cute little sugar bowl, and want to run out at get one for your own coffee station, it was $4 at Crate and Barrel. Regular price.
Desperate for a cold-weather adventure, we went to the Museum of Natural History on Monday, and it was a success. Paul loved roaming the halls of the North American, Asian, and African mammals, and was so exhausted afterwards that he took a second nap and only woke up twice that night. Kind of a big deal for us. He didn’t really stand still long enough for me to get a good picture, but he’s probably in a lot of tourists’ pictures.
Chasing him and carrying him up so many flights of stairs wore me out, so we stopped for coffee before we went home:
There were a lot of battles that ended in messes, and mostly they involved me rushing to snatch Paul’s hand out of something and moaning, “no, no, no, no, no, no, Oh, Paul, no!” but too late. No pictures, because I was too busy crying over spilled makeup, washing egg off of baby hands, and bleaching the bathtub (I’ll leave that one to your imagination).
How’s your week going?