Julie downloaded a farm animal application onto her iPhone, where you swipe your finger over a barn door to reveal the animal inside. "I don't have the barn on mine," I told Lyla twice after Julie left for work. Luckily the young lady doesn't know that apps are easily transferred between household iPhones, so she quickly abandoned her desire to spend the day playing video games.
Gosh, before we know it she'll have an iPhone of her own--which I will of course equip with a GPS app that will let me know where she is at all times.
Anyway, she only associates the barn game with Mama, and my plan is to keep it that way. Plus, we had a kitchen to deal with today.
That's a bowl of Cheerios in the microwave. On a side note, my stupid idea of the day was that I could eat a bowl of Julie's Cocoa Puffs pregnancy cereal while Lyla ate Cheerios. "Lyla, Cheerios are Lyla cereal. This is Dada cereal." She totally freaked out.
The play kitchen commanded her attention for five minutes or so, but the shopping cart became the vehicle into the toddler zone. I lay on the floor reading a magazine for quite some time while she pushed it all over the house.
The only issue was the divider between the living room and kitchen. There's a piece of trim on the ground that obstructs anything with wheels. I thought to myself, I am not going to be this child's goddamn cart lifter my entire life. "Pick it up, kid!" I said. She responded as you might expect.
You should teach a child to fish instead of giving her a fish, and all that. She did figure it out eventually. Until that moment, though, it was pretty hilarious.
that kitchen picture looks like a catalog ad
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