Toddler Still Life

Walking into our bedroom and finding a stuffed owl carefully tucked under a baby blanket on top of the pile of comforter at the foot of our unmade bed prompted me to write about a very disconcerting phenomena that we call "toddler still life".

Living with a toddler is somewhat like living with aliens. You find the oddest accumulation of things in unexpected spaces on a daily basis.

Often I will walk into the kitchen and find soup cans taken out of the pantry and neatly stacked in the middle of the kitchen floor. Or a sippy cup on top of a glass candle holder on top of a Dora toy on the bookshelf. I wonder about the thought process behind these random towers.

Is this a talent or some kind of a compulsion?

It is also very common to open a cabinet door and find a purple bunny sleeping in the colander or random toys filling kitty boots left in the hallway.

Objects are taken out of context in a surprising way and seem to tell a story, but not one that makes any sense. It is so odd to suddenly come upon these creations when you're not expecting them. Perhaps we should attempt to sell them as objects d'art on eBay?