In order to pacify my tiny snow bound tot we made the tedious trek to his MiMi’s house (a.k.a. MY mother’s house) last Friday afternoon. The joy of Mimi’s house for Texas is that although all things are appropriately child proofed  it is a virtual wonderland of normally off-limit activities.

As I typed this last week, Texas was sitting between his MiMi’s legs on the floor wildly swinging a maraca in one hand and some African noise-making-shaker in the other –  beating both of them on a large cookie tin. Earlier that day he was allowed to go down for his nap with a Ekalaka and a 2 lbs fossil (I could not make this stuff up if I tried). He was ‘helping’ his Mimi with a project  in his nursery and emerged with a pair of pliers – when confronted with the contraband my own mother looked at me with the same confused look I see from the 20-month old and said ‘ooooh come on – what could he do with those?!’. Seconds later he inserted them in his mouth and managed to pinch his tongue with them.

He ingested cold pizza, pigs-in-a-blanket and fed the dog some craisins. Could life get any better for a toddler? I submit that is could not. Of course, it is always a challenge bringing him back home to schedules and rules that involve not sleeping with rocks but I guess that is what trips to grandparents houses are all about!