This Is Getting Ridiculous...

In a recent post, I mentioned that little Alexa had started dragging chairs from the playroom in order to help me in the kitchen. That was cute for about a day. Soon after her interest in becoming taller set in, she happily realized that with the help of a chair, she could reach all of the drawers in the kitchen that her short stature had previously prevented her from encountering. She discovered a world she never knew existed: a veritable treasure trove of binkies, medicine cups, pens, screwdrivers, and myriad utensils, all within reach of her busy, sticky fingers. Wordlessly, methodically, she would empty these drawers over and over again  with the quiet fury and determination that only an 18-month-old possesses.

So, naturally, after feeling satisfied that she had had her fill of sensory experiences, (and certain that I had had my fill of cleaning up after sensory her experiences) I put the chairs out of her reach:

Then, about a day later, convinced that she had forgotten about the whole chair-dragging thing, I put all the chairs back in the playroom. And, of course, not five minutes elapsed before she was at it again, visiting her favorite kitchen drawer hot-spot: the gum drawer. (There are other things in this drawer as well, just so you know. But Lexa only smells the gum.) Oh, what a proud moment in this little girl's life.

This is visit #3 to the gum drawer. There are already two chairs 

on the counter, which means she is on the last of the 

plastic chairs that she is strong enough to bring into the kitchen. 

"Oh, what a delicious variety of gum to choose from..." 

Fast forward a couple days when all the plastic chairs 

are hidden away in the laundry room, and Little Miss 

starts attempting to move one of our heavy wooden chairs 

in a last-ditch attempt to get back to the gum stash.

Sadly, (for her, not for me) she just isn't strong enough to move it.

Happily, (for her, not for me) she has a sympathetic 

older sister who mill move the chair for her. At this point, 

the donuts on the counter are a much more compelling 

find than the boring gum in the drawer.

Fast forward some more, and this clever baby gets 

the ingenious idea to reach her favorite drawer 

by standing on a doll house chair. 

When she realizes that that won't work, 

she decides to sit on it instead.

Epilogue: The chairs are still in the laundry room.
Which means that I am living happily ever after.