Living with a 1-year-old is like living with an enigmatic curator. Or maybe it’s like living inside a nascent landfill.
I had forgotten how new folks pick up objects, carry them around, and drop them. It makes for decent detective work: what did he find so captivating about this? Why did a pile form here? How, exactly, did he fish that out of the recycling bin? By observing, maybe we can pick up clues about his intent, his direction of travel.
Or maybe we could just lol at all the junk that gets tossed in the toilet. I’d forgotten about all of this in the five years since Charlotte was this age. (I’m sure similar photos exist in some folder from 2010 but who has time?) So here’s to feeling lucky about getting a second chance to observe it, and to sharing it here for the first time.