Where The Cheerios Fall

The baby threw Cheerios on the floor. Again.

I was on my hands and knees picking them up when I noticed our dog had already eaten most of them. She was doing me a favor, really.

I stayed down there for an extra second, eye-level with dust bunnies and toys. From here, I could see my daughter's feet swinging from her chair, not quite reaching the floor yet.

When did her legs get so long?

I got up, wiped the high chair tray, and started over with more Cheerios. The baby immediately threw half of them on the floor.

This time I laughed.

Not because mess is delightful or because I've found some zen approach to parenting. Just because sometimes the absurdity hits you right.

We're all just doing the same things over and over, hoping something sticks. Cheerios, coffee, laundry, repeat.

I guess that’s Saturday.