So, the playhouse was a birthday gift from Vanessa’s mommy and daddy. When roaming our house freely, Vanessa often goes in the playhouse to chill out. I consider it a comfy zone for her, with a soft mat, blanket, stuffed animals and books. Luckily we have sliding glass doors and it fits perfectly up against the side that doesn’t open. She can look through the elephant’s eyes to see outdoors.
I predict she may end up making it a hiding zone eventually. Today after feeding Lilly, I went to take a picture of Vanessa playing in it and noticed she had taken one of her daddy’s shoes in with her. I thought of some familiar stories friends and relatives have shared about their little ones sneaking off with car keys, phones, cameras, etc., and not finding those things for days, or even weeks. Eventually they would find the missing item in a playhouse or tent or under the child’s bed, pillow or in the child’s closet. We’ll keep those experiences in mind!
The other day Vanessa dragged her portable booster seat into the playhouse -- she just sat in there and talked to herself. And sometimes we go in to hang out with her, if she welcomes us to. ;-)
