Gravity and the Kitchen Floor
The Little One has discovered the great joy of gravity. She’s known about it for a while, but it seems to have hit its peak in our house. Any time she is “uppy” she wants to play gravity. You know the game, clutch on to something for dear life, drop it on the floor, giggle, and then laugh hysterically as someone retrieves it for her. Repeat over and over and over again.
She loves to drop her “bear bears” from her crib. {On a side note, if you have a spare one of these bears,
please contact me!} But, her all-time favorite game is to drop things from her highchair. By things, I mean spoons, cups, Cheerios, puffs and any other food pieces that she is supposed to be eating.
She is the second child, so I am very familiar with the game. I will usually retrieve her sippy cup or spoon a maximum of three times before I tell her it’s “all gone.” She doesn’t seem to mind when it’s gone, as long as she can’t see it, it’s out of sight out of mind.
The challenge that I am having with this current round of gravity is the lack of my precious doggy to clean up the floor. Max was always waiting anxiously for those tiny morsels of goodness. He got crazy excited about a Cheerio, a puff, even a chunk of cheese. The Little One would get equally excited as Max jumped up to retrieve whatever it was that she dropped. Long after this mommy got tired of the gravity game, Max would willingly oblige the Little One but lapping up whatever it was that she dropped.
So now I am left to wonder, those of you who don’t have dogs, how in the world do you keep your kitchen floor clean during this phase?
Seriously I can only sweep the floor so many times in one day. Add the Big One “helping” me sweep to my challenges with keeping the floor clean and I am pretty much toast. One of the Big One’s favorite games it to swish her little broom right the middle of my neat pile of crap that I have gathered. She thinks that’s great fun. What’s a mommy to do? How do you keep your floor clean?
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Lauren eats on the floor, like a dog. I place her plate or bowl and cup there. That way instead of cleaning off the highchair and floor I only have the one surface to sanitize. Dinner she of course sits in her chair pulled as close to the table as possible and that seems to have helped the tossing of food. Other than that there isn’t anything you can do except get used to a dirty floor .
We don’t have a dog. It gets clean when Reagan comes by a few days later and finds a Fruit Loop she dropped and snacks on it before you even knew she found the darn thing. I rationalize it by thinking she’s building a tougher immune system this way. I’ll rationalize about anything at this point.
ALL my sympathy! I completely understand your problem, but I have no solution – I spent months crying every time I swept the floor or picked up a cheerio! I hadnt picked up a morsel of anything even remotely edible off my floor in nearly 14 years until last september. Polly tries, but she simply cannot keep up with the vacuuming capacity that Oscar provided!