Destructo baby reigns supreme

I heard silence from the baby for a little longer than I was expecting so I went of in search of her. Apparently along with learning how to stand Sabrina bean has perfected a new talent. Opening cupboard doors.

This is how I found her munching away at the two minute noodles (very handy for making pretend laksa)

And this is when I realised that we might be needing to find a new spot for all our fermented substances or else we’ll end up with a daughter in rehab before her first birthday.

So far she hasn’t actually broken anything yet, which is a pretty good run for a member of this family. When Lani was going through this stage we were living gypsy style in a wooden yurt at the back or my parents’ house with a bucket for a sink. Maybe it was because we were lacking in cupboard space, or maybe we were naive new parents or maybe we were just dumb, but we decided to store our most favourite set of really cool hand painted bowls in the bottom cupboard.

These bowls were a wedding present and one of only a few that weren’t boxed dinners sets or towels. There was one massive bowl that I think we used once for a salad and 6 pretty big sized soup bowls and they were neatly stacked inside each other. I remember watching Lani crawl over to the cupboard, sit and then attempt to slot her fingers into the gap between the doors. With only a few failed attempts she gave up on that approach and moved on to the bottom of the door. She pressed her pudgy palms flat up against the bottom of the door then began to slid them back towards her body the edge of the door catching in the hills and valleys of her new little hands.  I remember congratulating my tiny daughter on her ingenuity as the door swung open. I realised to late that this may not be the best activity I could be allowing my child to do. I realised as she wrapped those innocent little baby fingers around the lip of the biggest bowl and pulled. I grabbed for them, I tried but just as my fingers came close to touching the top bowl they slid from their shelf. They didn’t fall too far, it was only about 5cm to the floor, but that was enough. The large bowl cracked in half and the resulting aftershock caused a wave of destruction back up through the pile leaving only the top bowl unscathed.  I was in utter disbelief, I mean these bowls were heavy, this baby had some strength.

After the initial panic that the baby has split open her hands, or had shards of crockery in her eye, I started to wonder if Glenn was going to turn out to be the sort of husband that got really annoyed when his belongings end up smashed to smithereens on the kitchen floor. But thankfully God in his infinite wisdom sent me one who gets over things quickly.