As I mentioned before, part of our recent shopping spree was a toddler-chair for Frances. They don’t have it on their website, which is really a shame; it’s a very small hard chair covered with tan fun fur and a plush lion face on the backrest. We also bought a to-be-finished wooden table set from Michaels that we are going to saw the legs down on so it will “match” this little lion chair, and she will have a table and chair set small enough for her to be comfortable. But the table still has to be finished and assembled (we’re targeting her birthday/Christmas), so in the meantime, I’ve brought this upstairs. The top can be flipped over to make a table, so now if she wants to use her crayons or markers, she has a nice, comfortable table and chair to use while she does so.
Of course, as any mother reading this will now, the mere act of moving a toy from one room to another imbues it with new life; so her megablocks table, which had been languishing in a corner of the basement for months, is filled with excitement and potential once more. On the one hand, this means she has no interest in using it as a table. On the other, she is really enjoying her megablocks. She runs to her lion chair and sits down, and talks to herself as she plays:
“Yellow block goes here. Brown block goes here. Little girl goes here. Tiger! Tiger says grrr. Tiger goes here. Giraffe goes here. Doggie! Doggie! Woof woof! Yellow doggie goes here. Triangle goes here. Square goes here.”
And so on.
I sit there and remember how excited I was, way back when, when she first started to put her megablocks together and pull them apart again.
I also remember we bought this table set because it was the perfect height for her to cruise around, at the time; it came up to her waist and so she could walk around it with her hands on the table and be quite comfortable, and have a toy there that would encourage her to stay upright and keep moving. And now she’s tall enough that she needs to sit at it to play comfortably–if I were to eyeball, based on her height compared to that toy, she’s grown about three inches since last December. Which isn’t quite as much as a “normal” child on the third centile line would have grown, at 3 1/2 inches, but is pretty damned close, and way better than I had feared last winter based on her growth pattern at that time. (Her pattern in the second half of her first year was to put on about half as many inches as other children her age, so I was expecting her to grow maybe 2 or 2 1/2 inches this year altogether.)