When I returned from the grocery store yesterday there were dusty fingerprints way down low on the refrigerator handles. I think this is going to be a permanent feature of our new house – here’s the math: sandbox, sunshine, thirst, and a little one who loves to help herself to her cup in the fridge.
So the dynamics shift. She can get her own cup now, but I am left with the dusty fingerprints to wipe up.
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When Hannah was this age she called the fridge “the fridger-idger”. And then one day, she got all the syllables in there and has said the full word “refrigerator” ever since. I think I am not going to worry about those dusty fingerprints…someday those little hands will be too big for playing in the sandbox.
So glad to hear you guys are getting settled in nicely. I know all those boxes look overwhelming… but one at a time!
Sandbox… we avoided that for so long with rice, remember!
Take a piece of clear contact paper and “preserve” one of those sandy handprints… just have her press her hand down on one half ~on the sticky side and then fold the halves together sticky side in. Your forever fridge print!
Love you guys!
Paige