My sweet one-year-old
I found an e-card floating around on Facebook a few weeks ago that said, “Cleaning with kids in the house is like eating Oreos while brushing your teeth.” I laughed. Our little Desmond just turned one, and my husband and I oh-so-affectionately refer to him as the “One-Man-Tornado.” [Do understand that I have the utmost respect for all of the critical brain development happening in his "one-man-tornado-ness" and I mean no disrespect to his process with this moniker. Okay, carry on.] He is in a dumping phase – wiring up some important neural connections by unloading basket after basket of blocks, balls, animals, metal baby food lids, and so on. I am passionate about keeping materials accessible to children to foster their learning, but such a design permits Desmond to undo a tidy space in a matter of nano-seconds.
