the_rck | (no subject)

Delia just managed something really cute and really frustrating. She was playing in her room (I'd just pulled some hand-me-down toys from her cousins out of storage, figuring that she's old enough for them now), and I went out to do something. I heard a thump and returned quickly to investigate. I could still hear her playing, and she wasn't crying, so I wasn't worried. When I got there, though, I discovered that she'd managed to close the door.

The door opens inward, so I pushed at it cautiously, opening it a crack. Good thing, too. She was sitting right up against it and pushed it shut again with her feet. I had to laugh. I had to laugh. I told her that she was getting an early start, that she's not old enough to be slamming her door in my face.

After a few minutes, though, she began to fuss. She didn't like having me on the other side of something she couldn't see through. There wasn't a lot I could do safely, though. She was still right in front of the door, and opening it would knock her over. So I walked away for about a minute. When I came back, she'd finally moved away, so I went in and loaded up her dirty clothes. When I left, she followed.