Pumpkin is not even eleven months old yet and I can say with complete certainty that there is no way that she will change in any other year of her life as much as she has the first year. In just eleven months she has grown from a tiny little peanut who slept all day and couldn’t hold up her head into a strong-willed, babbling, walking, observant, funny, playful little person who knows what she wants, knows who her parents are, waves and claps for everybody, and moves furniture around. Yes, my daughter is fanatical about furniture placement. She apparently decided that she didn’t like the location of the (large, heavy, wooden) toy chest in her playroom, so she slid it across the room and turned it 180 degrees. I’ve seen her at daycare sliding chairs across the room. Just the other day when I dropped her off she started in with the chairs and one of the teachers said “there she goes, rearranging the furniture again.” Last week I noticed that her crib at daycare was in a different location, and none of the others had moved. I didn’t even bother to ask what had happened. Knowing Pumpkin, she probably felt there was a problem in one of the adjacent cribs (i.e. a snoring baby, somebody who tried to take her snack….that sort of thing) and at the first opportunity she dragged her crib a few feet away to prove a point. Who knew eleven months ago that she would be doing all these things?? And who knew I’d be walking around the house, pushing on all of our furniture to see how heavy it is to make sure we don’t have to worry about Pumpkin rearranging our living room?
Little Pumpkin Tales 