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July 16, 2008
Ian the Intrepid
Tim and Joanna: Lately we've been grappling with the ramifications of having a mobile kid. Gone are the days when we can leave Ian on the couch or in his swing. Or pretty much anywhere in the house without close supervision...
Upward, or should I say horizontal mobility does have its drawbacks though. It's a long way from our living room to our kitchen and sometimes Ian makes the journey (dragging his tummy on the carpet) to the kitchen expecting to see one of us there. Then when he occassionally finds that no one is there, he bewails his lonely and desolate fate.
For the longest time, Ian would crawl to the edge of the kitchen and stop. He would lay there, head on his hands, pondering the border between one environment and the next. Sometimes he would gingerly put one hand over the edge, and then draw it back, only to ruminate some more. Should he cross over, or shouldn't he? What terrors or delights await for him in the Unknown Land of Kitchen? Is not the whiteness of the linoleum analagous to the whiteness of the whale haunting Ahab? Or perhaps it is a tabula rasa awaiting the handprints of the ever-exploring philosopher?
Stay tuned for further adventures of Ian the Intrepid!
Ian's idiosyncracies | By Tim and Jo | 9:35 PM
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