We both tripped on this piece of floor that Baba is fixing. NJ tripped on it and spilled his milk. One side was sticking up so I tripped on it and broke it off completely. Oops! NJ ran to Baba to ask him to fix it. Best not to have anyone else tripping on it, kicking it, or hurting their feet on it.
Somebody's behind you...
"Can we do this puzzle?" He's been asking me about taking out this puzzle to do it. I think he's getting tired of the four or five puzzles he does over and over all day. He needs some new challenges. But this is a bit too challenging for him. 300 pieces, 2 feet by 3 feet. I did most of it, but he was very helpful with finding me the edge pieces and randomly connecting some that he'd dig out on his own. Overall I was pleasantly surprised at how well he did considering how hard it was for him. He lined up a bunch of pieces that were a similar color and they all fit together almost exactly the way he laid them out. And he'd dig out pieces that were exactly what I'd be looking for.
"Look at the puzzle, Baba. I did it all by myself!" Baba and I laughed and said at the same time, "No you didn't!" But good job helping! I dug this out of my mom's closet. Part of my big cleaning plan. I almost got rid of it at a yard sale, but I figured I'd keep it since NJ seems to really like puzzles so much. And who knows, maybe we'll have a girl that will appreciate it someday. Besides all that, I do like the Little Mermaid. Where can you find this again, anyway? It's from back when I was little. It's also a good way to also find out if I lost any pieces. Nope, it's all there! (I just googled it and I could only find two that were $20 and $24. wow!)
I can't believe he actually picked this up and carried it into his room, it's heavy! Once we vacuumed the air out, they were solid bricks. The other week we got a package at our door. On our way out, I tried to pick it up, but it was heavy. So I went back in to put my purse down to get a better grip. By the time I put my purse down, he had already picked it up and put it in the house. He tells me, "I got it, Mama!" Yikes.






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