Today in Aubree’s World, the vibe is: busy hands, bold choices, and a whole lot of testing boundaries.
She’s been on the move all day, collecting anything and everything she can get her hands on — especially tools. If it looks like it can destroy something or hurt her, she wants it.
She isn’t using them. She’s just carrying them. Holding them like little treasures, moving them from one place to another with that determined look in her eye that says: “Don’t even think about taking them from me.”
Of course, I’ve had to forcibly (and repeatedly) remove most of those from her grip — because, well, safety.
But the effort? 10/10. She’s committed to the cause.
Her musical sea turtle is still in rotation today — a familiar comfort. It’s the one toy that’s remained a steady favorite lately, though with Aubree, interests shift without warning. Today: sea turtle. Tomorrow? Could be a rubber band and a piece of lint.
She has also carried a few things around today. The image is just a few of them. Also, they are in a chair of course.
One thing that never changes?
The rocking chairs.
Aubree continues to treat them like thrones. She folds herself down deep into them, legs tucked neatly in the seam, rocking with such force that the entire chair glides into the middle of the room or bangs gently against the wall until we move it back.
It’s not just a habit — it’s part of her rhythm. Her calm. Her reset button.
And then there’s the cup situation.
She’s currently testing me — slow-motion style — by subtly (and not-so-subtly) trying to toss her cup to the floor while she eats.
She waits until she thinks I’m not looking, then sneaks it over the edge like we’re playing toddler roulette. She has also taken her plate and tore it in half. They are paper plates, because, DUH!, no dishes to wash and most plates we have are packed up due to the pending move.
And in case all that wasn’t enough fun for one day…
She also took off her diaper.
And peed in the chair.
Was I thrilled? No.
Was I surprised? Also no.
Did I sigh, clean it up, and move on with a snack in one hand and a paintbrush in the other? Of course.
That’s just life in Aubree’s World.
Noisy, messy, unpredictable — and all hers.
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