Flashback to 1997. Don’t know what you were up to then, but Catherine was elbow-deep in every toy you can imagine … and playing with a white cardboard box.
Isn’t it always the way?
I stumbled on these photos while looking for something else. They were taken when we still lived in the condo around the block from where our house is now.
Catherine was about 16 months old and, thanks to grandparents and other relatives, had no shortage of Fisher-Price thingamabobs and over-sized stuffed animals to play with.
Still, the siren call of the box was too much to ignore.
She was so hell-bent on sitting it in we took mercy on her and wrapped a cotton throw around her.
Then, all snuggled, she happily watched one of her shows. It may have been a Barney video (heaven help me) or maybe one of the Disney 30-minute song extravaganzas, perhaps the one where we had to fast-forward through the Haunted House medley because it “scare me.”
Funny how, now, at almost 18, she nearly always operates outside the box.