Just a Little Higher

Every night when I come home from work I am gauranteed to see three things. First, plastic containers from the plastic container cabinet will be scattered across the kitchen floor. In the family room, Clara's toys will have migrated from the play area across the room to the TV and over to the piano. Near the top of the stairs, the container of CDs is pulled off its shelf and a few of the CDs are mixed in with the plastic containers. On a really good day she'll also get out the cooling racks from under the ovens.

Kristin called me at work today to let me know that Clara had found a new use for the container of CDs. Not content to simply empty the container, she figured out that she could use the full container as a step so she could reach up to the phone and mail. As each day passes it seems items on tables move a little farther from the edge, outside the reach of ten little fingers.