A while back I wrote about how the little man was suddenly sorting his toys into little piles. Piles that seemed to pop up all over our home. Piles that I would continually step on and trip over. Piles, piles, piles everywhere. Well, I've guess we've moved on. Gone are the piles of blocks, cars, books, bath toys, and trains. What do we now have in their place?
Lines, lines, and lines, and lines, and lines of cars. Lines that cannot be crossed and god forbid stepped over or stepped on. Lines that divide the little man from the rest of the world. First it started with the cars.
And soon we moved on to the trains.
Luckily the little guy ran out of objects or I'm afraid I would still be stuck on the other side of the living room, not having showered or eaten for days.
The best part of having a toddler? The suspense of what phase will be coming next. I realize that I could read a book about stages and phases, but it's too much fun waiting to see what the little guy will think of. Maybe next week he will find a way to climb the wall with them....who knows?
Remind me of this the next time I am blocked the corner of my living room for over an hour, would you?