We wanted to get Clio out of the house, and after debating all of the structured indoor-play options (most of which are untested and cost money), we figured Clio would like the play opportunities afforded by our local DIY superstore nearly as much (plus, we could get something accomplished in grown-up land.) Little did I know, Home Depot is basically Clio's idea of nirvana.
Why? Well, I'll tell you. Not only are there wide-open aisles to run along ("running!"), large carpet samples to roll against ("soft!"), and plastic deck furniture to rearrange, but there is an ENTIRE DEPARTMENT of kitchens, all with cabinets and drawers to open, none of them restricted by annoying rubber bands or other child-proofing measures. I think Clio opened EVERY drawer and cabinet in EVERY kitchen (discovering along the way where the department's staff keeps their coats, work gloves, and, occasionally, snacks). Her most emphatic gesture of love and happiness these days is to say "more" several times, while doing the sign for more with her little hands. Needless to say, we witnessed a lot of this at the Home Depot. In fact, Clio has an appetite for drawers that seems insatiable: it's lucky we discovered the bathroom aisle when we did.
Sadly, I didn't bring my camera to Home Depot (and Clio was a sight to behold: in addition to her pale pink and taupe camo pants, she selected a sweater of pastel-rainbow-hued tie-dye, radiating out from her belly like a bulls eye. With her hot-pink boots and tendency to dash across the all-gray aisles, she was pretty hard to miss).
I do, however, have pictures from Heaven vision #2. Let's just call this Clio's House (aka the Best. Christmas Present. Ever.) of Joy (aka animals and "babies").
Once she got the brilliant idea to invite Relaxing Bear inside, she realized what a great spot this would be for all the animals and babies, and started doing that "More" thing again. After creating a stuffed menagerie, somehow she found room to cram Daddy in there, too.
I was not invited. (Look at Dave's hand, closing the door. Traitor.)
(How can there be a Heaven with no Mommy, I ask myself?)
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