Sasha is six months old now. She is gaining a certain amount of mobility. And as we knew was inevitable since the day she was born, her reign of destruction and menace has finally launched itself.
She started slow, crumpling a catalog that lay all unsuspecting with the dust bunnies under the sofa. Soon, she moved up to clawing at the remote control and heaving it toward her mouth at any opportunity. She even pulled over a stick lamp.
Ah, but Sunday night, Sunday she achieved a level of destruction few babies her age can attain.
It was an ordinary Sunday night; Matt was watching TV, and I was on IRC while nursing the baby to help her nod off. Her teeth have been bothering her lately - I think we'll be seeing one in the next couple of weeks. As a result, she's been having more trouble falling asleep than typical. So...Sasha became distracted. She sat up and looked around. She saw her daddy.
Daddy saw her.
Sasha got excited and stood up and flailed her arms around.
Daddy came over to take her, and...
Sasha grabbed the lip of my glass of soda and pulled it right onto my laptop keyboard. Yes, folks, at the tender age of six months, Sasha has demonstrated a capacity for property damage that most children require a drivers' license for.
I immediately shut the machine down and mopped up what I could. Then I let it dry overnight. But alas, there was no power to the machine. I have since disassembled it to clean up what soda residue I could find. Today, I plugged it in again and tried to power it up, and was rewarded with an ephemeral flash from the power lights. It didn't boot, but it's better than I got before.
In a related story, on Monday night, I ordered a new Dell laptop. The Inspiron 8200. It weighs twice what my poor, beautiful VAIO did, but I imagine it'll be that much harder to knock it over.
And Sasha? Since then, she's threatened further damage to our possessions, but nothing has topped her Sunday night. She did get into daddy's baseball cards this morning, but only knocked them over. If she gets the idea to chew on baseball cards, then we do have potential for more expensive consequences.
My kitchen is: pretty filthy. Ew.
Posted by andrea at December 5, 2002 10:47 PMIf your VAIO doesn't come back (though there's hope!), at least now you can give Sasha her own laptop to play with so she doesn't keep trying to take control of your new one?
Or maybe that was her plan all along....
If it DOES come back, I'll have to break my network machine naming scheme and change it from Leela to Lazarus.
Actually, we have spare keyboards we should just let her pound on. She'd love that.
Posted by: Andrea on December 5, 2002 11:01 PMOr you could just get her one of these:
http://www.geniusbabies.com/babfirlapcom.html
It has "a mouse as the mouse" and a crunchy floppy disk! I bet there's a baby cellphone toy out there somewhere, too.
Posted by: Michelle on December 5, 2002 11:09 PMI TOLD you to have a nice, well-behaved Pisces or Cancer, but no...
Posted by: cathyy on December 6, 2002 08:36 PM