Well, There Goes the Changing Table . . .

Thursday, November 27, 2008

So, last night James and I were reading a book out loud together in the living room, and Bethany was running around, playing with toys. She ran into her bedroom for a second, which didn't concern us because that room is baby proof, after all ( or so we thought). Anyway, after about a minute, I heard a strange noise coming from Bethie's room and when I went to check on her, there she was, on top of her changing table, sitting cross-legged and playing with a bunch of shoes. Oh, and she was also grinning like the cat that caught the canary--she was so pleased with herself! Little monkey! She was delighted to show me what she had accomplished, and when I put her down she immediately scaled the table again, quick as a wink. (Am I using too many similes here?) At any rate, the changing table now obviously has to retire to the shed. Sigh! Well, we're planning on potty-training in a few months anyway--but I do feel somewhat sentimental about the whole thing. That table and I have spent many a diaper change together, and it's one more piece of babyhood we're leaving behind too quickly . . .