I expected much of what my son did during his first year – rolling over, sitting, that thrilling first word (“mama”!), those awful restless nights of teething. But nothing prepared me for the sheer craziness and hilarity of living with a sixteen month old.
Lately Ezra delights in moving things from one container to another. So right now, the laundry hamper in the bathroom contains a pile of Kleenex, a thermos, three different balls, a toy truck, and the contents of my husband’s wallet. Last night we found every last one of Ezra’s clean socks in said laundry hamper, as Ezra busily transferred the contents of another drawer into a mixing bowl.
Last week, my husband raced around the house in a frenzy looking for his keys. He found them in the trash – with one of Ezra’s shirts.
I put a pot on the stove yesterday. When I removed the lid, I found a washcloth, a ping pong ball, and a wooden spoon. Later in the afternoon, when I opened the bottom kitchen drawer to grab a reusable canvas grocery bag, I discovered one of my tennis shoes there.
I have to admit that sometimes when I’m trying to put the house together, it’s exhausting to live with this busy little elf who seems so delighted by chaos. But most of the time, I can’t help but laugh at this creative, entirely unexpected stage he’s in.
Ezra’s brain works so differently than mine. He doesn’t see a teapot as a teapot. He sees it as a possible receptacle for balls, an ideal Kleenex holder, or the perfect place to store his piece of toast. These days, I often find myself on the floor with him trying to balance a ball on a spoon or stuffing a washcloth in the colander.
I think my little boy might teach me how to think inside the box yet.
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