Sunday, November 15, 2009

We'll file this under "therapeutic exercises"

When it's snowy outside, and you're stuck inside, you've got to find somehow to entertain yourself.  Fortunately for me, I have a daughter.  Unfortunately for her, she has me for a mother...

And only because I committed to being completely truthful for this whole blogging thing, I feel like I need to admit something.  You see, I'm a big fan of Skittles.  Yes, Skittles.  It takes a lot for me to admit it, but I love them.  And I know it makes me sound like I'm in third grade, but I'm okay with that...  I won't admit, however, that our dogs know the word "Skittle" and are just as addicted as I am.

Piper was watching me eat some the other day and was enthralled with how pretty they were.  All shiny and bright, symmetrical and Piper-sized...  They're so pretty!  I thought she'd like to play with them (under direct supervision, I assure you-- no Skittles made it to her mouth, promise!). 

...I was wrong...


But if you look closely, she had a whole handful hidden.  When her dad finally came to her rescue and picked her up off the floor, I couldn't find all that I had put down.  I thought maybe they got stuck to her jammies or something.  I pried open her hand after a few minutes and found about 4.  I think she was waiting to eat them later... 

We won't call this bad parenting, just working on fine motor skills.

1 comment:

  1. Save some Skittles for me, Sweet P! (I only eat the red ones, though...)