I turned my back for a minute and the boy's face was sucking on the ground.
Hoovering.
After I detached him from the floor, I spied a mashed craisin that he had been trying to maneuver into his mouth. His eagle eyes, wiggly little crawl, and fierce independence have morphed him into a lean, mean hoovering machine. That smidge of sweet potato tucked into the kitchen corner? He's on it.
You must know that pre-motherhood, I was a bit...how shall I frame it?...dirty. Not Christina Aguilea diiirty. Messy. Slobby. Post-motherhood? Let's just say I have not yet bought into the 1950s war on germs, but I do vacuum most every day.
Spence is just a hoovering pack rat. He squirrels away food in his crevices and hides them for future hoovering expeditions. Today I watched him lean over his booster seat and stick a few peas under his seat for a mid-afternoon snack.
Crafty little hoover.
5 comments:
You know, when Oskar feels sick and needs to make himself throw up, he glides around the house like a hovercraft, licking the entire floor.
so funny...
well, at least he's eating solid food. can you call it eating if he just sucks it down without chewing? mmmm, floor craisins...
I'm seeing Spence with an Alias type backdrop constantly on the prowl for the next treasure. Maybe he needs some costumes to throw you off his track. :)
Yet another reason that Eleanor and Spencer are made for each other. She tries to keep her extra snack on, in, or near the VCR.
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