One of Calvin's favorite spots in the new house is the pantry. He's found that he can open the doors and the bottom shelf is just the right height for him to reach things. I leave tiny piles of goldfish or cherrios on the shelf, and every so often he'll stop what he's doing and go grab a couple. He'll clench them tightly in his pudgy fist and then run off to do whatever it was he was doing. He also loves that underneath the shelf is just the right size for him to slide in and play. Who'd have thought that all he needed to stay entertained was a bigger pantry?
