Jan 31 2010
The Ikea tub
Jason and I are such bad examples as parents. I swear, we are like the poster child of how NOT to be parents.
Case in point:
About 2 weeks ago, we went to Ikea to pick up some stuff and to have meatballs for dinner. E has been getting around a lot of the barriers we set up and her toys are just scattered everywhere (they still are) in the living room. We thought we could kill 2 birds with one stone if we found something that can hold her toys and at the same time be used as a blockade.
That’s where the Ikea tub came in. We found the Trofast box that was perfect for our needs.
Since we don’t drive (obviously), we had no choice but to carry our items home by hand since shipping it seemed silly for the price we had to pay. I carried pretty much everything while Jason carried the tub. Since he had E strapped on in the Bjorn, it was easier for him to put her hanging legs inside of the tub as he walked.
Pretty much the entire time we were walking to the station, we joked about how E was in the tub. (Yes, we like to make lame jokes.) It was when we were at the platform waiting for our train when we started talking about whether or not E would figure out how to get out of the tub if we were to put her inside and how long it will take before she got frustrated and cried.
I didn’t have much faith that she would even try to figure it out and that she will just start crying the minute we put her in the tub. Jason thought that she might actually be able to pull herself up to a standing position before realizing she was stuck and then cry.
And so we decided to test out our theories by putting her in the tub once we got home.
Yea, I told you we weren’t good parents.
Anyway, E surprised us both by not doing either. She just sat in the box and played with her toys quite contently.
In fact, it didn’t even bother her that we were just staring at her waiting for her to do something or show signs of distress.
So finally after taking several pictures of her, we got bored of waiting and just took her out of the box. She cried when we took her out. Go figure.
Yea, I’m pretty sure we’re not up for any parents-of-the-year award this year either.
hee hee! i would have left her in there playing quietly until she complained.
I don’t think I would get parent-of-the-year award either. Will and I had dinner with friends this past week. Z kept going to the friend that had beer and wanted to take the beer out of his hand. We took some photos of that and then gave him an empty bottle to play with (we have photos of that too!)…so now, we have photos of z holding a beer bottle and drinking out of it. hee hee!
it somewhat reminds me of the time meems and kevin put me in a toy box and gave me cereal and water in bowls to drink out of…
hehe, somehow I don’t even remember that!