We’ve come a long way since the good old days when this blog was almost entirely devoted to pictures of babies in containers.
But the other day we headed to Baltimore to visit our friends Christian and Emily and their daughter (and Alden’s good friend) Iris. At first, the kids just hung out on the couch.
But then some more friends showed up, Garet and Matt, and their daughter Addie. Once there were three little girls in the mix, things quickly got out of hand. Iris said to Alden something along the lines of, “Remember when we used to get into pots and pans and drawers and guitar cases and the like so that our parents could take pictures of us and post them on that blog?”
Alden was like, “Yeah, those were the greatest moments of my youth.”
Addie said something like, “I’m so glad I came to this party. You are enlightened people.”
First Alden and Addie hung out in a box.
Then Alden and Iris hung out in the box.
And then, as if to openly thwart the limits of the possible, Alden, Iris, and Addie all hung out in the box. As you can see, it was not a large box. But neither were they large little girls.
While the girls were playing, Kato was slowly making his way up the stairs. When he finally reached the top, he found the girls and informed them that he, too, would like to get in the box.
Suddenly, there was a mass little girl exodus, and Kato had the box to himself. He didn’t seem to mind. He’s still young and naive. He’s still pretty much just a baby in a container.