Ayman is usually corralled in the living room. He has his toys there, there is nothing dangerous, and it is easy to keep an eye on him from the kitchen. Tonight I left a large space between the ottoman and chair that serves as his corral fence. He got stuck and pitched a hissy, so, feeling guilty, I opened it up and let him roam.
First stop: Oscillating Fan Land
Mommy: "NO NOOOOO!"
Ayman: "Uhhh!" (translation: whatever, there are other things to mess with)
Next stop: Bookshelf Boulevard, here the traveled baby picks up some reading materials. His likes are:
Making Faces by Kevin Aucoin, The Complete Mother Goose, and a collection of Islamic teachings on cassette by Sharawi. He browses but does not buy.
Third and final stop: the less frequently traveled Outer Kitchen Region. Here the adventurous tyke stops to observe the microwave, refrigerator and dishwasher in their native habitats. Then it is on to the mysterious Beneath the Sink Cabinet with its motherlode: the garbage can. Still unsure of the cabinets, the 10 Month Old stops to manipulate it, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the elusive trashcan. After several minutes, he gives up, defeated, and starts to cry. This is my cue to send reinforcements of blanky and bzaza (his pacifier)in. The journey is over he returns to the safety of his mothers lap and chair. He is soothed and medicated with Pediacare. (he is sick people, I didn't do it to knock him out. There is whiskey for that.)
Quoting his favorite book, The Going To Bed Book, by Susan Boynton: "the moon is high, the sea is deep, they rock and rock and rock to sleep"