Playgroup

K.T. and I hosted playgroup yesterday.

I hid all of Beaners favorite toys, did a quick clean and vacuum, laid out some store bought cookies and some box made brownies and then hoped for the best.

I guess you could say it was a success. Nothing was destroyed.

The 13 (now 14) month old did his best to try and make as much of a mess as he could. He had his hands all over EVERYTHING. He tried to get to our video games, he had his sticky fingers on our big screen (he actually might have licked it at one point), he played with the nobs on the stereo receiver, he pulled on our blinds. Ugh. I wish we had one of those dog crates so that I could've just locked the kid up.

My consolation was watching him take about a dozen nose dives off of the step down into our living room. He kept forgetting it was there. Bwa-hahahahahahahahaha!!

I'll tell you, toddlers are amazing creatures. Everytime he fell, he would just get back up and keep trucking. No tears, no nuthin'.

K.T. didn't know what to make of all the kids playing with her toys. Again, she spent most of the time within arms length of me. When she did venture away, she would turn back after a few moments and reach out to be picked up.

All of the kids in playgroup are a little older and much bigger than her. They make her look so petite.

I set up a tower of blocks for K.T. to crawl to and knock down (a favorite game). K.T. is still working the kinks out of her crawling technique so she moves pretty slow. As soon as she started towards the tower, two 10/11 month olds plowed her over to get to it. In the end, the 14 month old ran over all three of them and knocked it down. K.T. just sat there pouting.

I kept having to remind myself: Must not be angry. Must not be angry. They are only babies. They are only babies. They don't know any better. They don't know any better. 10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6......

K.T. ended up going down for a nap before everyone left. I guess she had had enough. Who can blame her? I wanted to escape too. There is only so much you can take of OTHER people's kids before you just want to run away screaming.

There was one puke incident and a bunch of Goldfish crumbs.

Other than that, the only thing I can say is that we survived.