ronan's goodie box

first, i would like to start an entry without so, me, my, or i, so heres this. hows that taste? you like it?

good. moving on.

so i picked up this dumb little wooden box... its was poorly built, and full of weird crap but who sees writing boxes anymore?

i figured i could clean it up and give it to ronan in a few years, like preschool...

ronan had other plans. for two days he desperately tried to pry the little box open from under the table where i'd left if without a second thought. finally i picked it up and dumped out the 1981-1991 datestampers, paid stampers, rusty stamp pads, boxes of indelible copy pencils, etc... roan cried as mommy held away his beloved dirty thing he shouldn't touch, as i am sure he will continue to do for a long while. he sure does love those dirty things he shouldn't touch.

i cleaned it with a brush, and checked it over for reasons he shouldn't have it and finding none returned it. so happy! he made cheese face as hard as he could.

day by day, unintentionally, the little box has collected the special little odds and ends that roan prizes. his "daddy magnet", hairbrush, a crinkly bow from christmas... the things he gets in his hands and crawls off with as fast as he can. then, momma gathers them back into the box when i see them stranded around baby central.

also, ive taken to adding things i think he'll like for him to discover. he loves to study new things.