My son is mobile. You know what that means. He gets into everything. The funniest (and most frustrating) part is that no matter how many toys are on the floor, he crawls to the pair of shoes, welcome mats, fireplace screen and computer cords.
Of course, whatever he gets his hands on goes directly into the mouth, and the little boy is fast! You would think, as an adult, I could quickly overcome my little one before he gets his hands on something he shouldn’t, but that’s not always the case. It’s quite amazing.
Recently I took my son to visit my parents. They have a nice chest filled with books and toys for their grandchildren. On the floor beside the chest was an empty cardboard box. That’s where Tyler headed as soon as he was seated on the floor. He played that box like a drum and used it to stand up; sometimes we would hide him in it (though he was longer than the box). When his cousin arrived, we sat them in the box together. The box provided a couple of day’s worth of fun.
When we got home, I found Tyler his own box. He likes playing with it when he’s not trying to put shoes or magazines in his mouth. I am thinking Tyler’s next play items might be pots, pans, and spoons. What a smart tyke—putting old items to new uses is better for our budget, and better for the earth that Tyler will someday inherit.
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.
Helen H. Lemmel, 1922