Painting and drawing were among my favorite hobbies, BP (before Pumpkin), and since I haven’t had time to do anything related in so long, I’ve been very excited about introducing Pumpkin to crayons. Truth be told, I’ve set her up with paper and crayons a few times in recent months but after a few marks on the paper, the crayons went right into her mouth. Okay, so it’s been a while and I had a great feeling that this weekend was going to be different. I knew she wasn’t going to sit down and start sketching landscapes, but I thought we might get past the crayons-taste-good stage and onto at least a few colors on a piece of paper. It started out well enough – she seemed excited about the large pad of paper… and then it went something like this: rip… oh how fun.. this paper makes a loud sound when I tear it, and it’s fun to look at mommy’s face while I’m tearing it into pieces.. haha! Rip, rip…I wonder if this paper tastes as good as the crayons.. yum.. even better..
So I figured maybe taking the crayons out would get things back on track. I’m pretty sure this is what went through Pumpkin’s head at that point: oooh, that crayon box looks like fun. I wonder if I can cram them in sideways and get them back out again. Smush, smush. Yup, they’re in. Now they seem stuck. I should probably rip the box to get them out. Rip, rip.. wow… this is fun like the paper! I don’t even care about getting the crayons out any more. I just want to rip up the box! Look at mommy’s face – this is awesome!
It’s okay. She’s exploring. She’s learning, even if it’s only that paper does make noise when it rips. We’ll try it again, and I’m sure I’ll keep an open mind. As long as we have a plastic bin for the crayons and laminated paper. 🙂
We did it again – we flew to the east coast with Pumpkin to visit our families. Just like last summer, the flight out was fine. Pumpkin relaxed in the carrier I got for the flight and played with the new toys and other random household objects that I brought along for her entertainment. I still marvel at how much mileage I a can get out of an empty plastic soap container. Pumpkin didn’t nap until the very end of the flight, but didn’t cry either so I’d call that a success.
And then… there was the flight back home. It seemed to me that the seats had shrunk to about half their original size, and the two guys seated in front of us were fully reclined for the entire flight so we had about six inches of space in which to keep our daughter entertained. We were so cramped that I couldn’t even reach the bags under the seats in front of us without both of us standing up. At the airport they said they were too understaffed that day for the usual “family lane” so we had to go through regular security and the guy we got seemed extremely suspicious of the container of cantaloupe that I brought for Pumpkin and wound up taking apart three of our carry-on bags and putting everything back in different locations… so I couldn’t even find Pumpkin’s pacifiers and spoons for lunch for the first half of the flight… not fun for anyone. Daddy bought a fish sandwich at the airport and I thought he finished it before we boarded the plane, but took a few bites and then put the majority of it in my carry-on “for later” without telling me. He admitted this a few hours into the flight when I commented that I couldn’t understand why I could still smell fish. And what was up with Pumpkin? Did grandma give her a cup of coffee before we left the house? I’ve never seen her so active. She was climbing on us, pulling on the seats, pulling the arm hair of the guy sitting next to us (who, bless his heart, was very tolerant) and in general making very clear to mommy and daddy and the rest of the plane that it was a really bad idea to try to keep her in a confined space for six hours.
The only time I think anybody smiled at Pumpkin was at the very end of the flight when the plane stopped taxiing and Pumpkin started clapping. I’m pretty sure the whole plane was clapping in their heads along with her.