My granddaughter has become a walker. More and more she wants to move on her own because the people carrying her can't be convinced to take her where she wants to go. When she moves on her own, that is only a problem if I can catch her. But there is a gate to the stairs to the basement. Her daddy works down there. The cat goes down there. El wants to go too.
So, she throws things down. She throws cups. She throws blocks. She threw the paintbrush we were using for a project. And I never go down to get those things. I wait for Daddy to come up and I ask him to get them. But, still she throws.
I have noticed she also throws things out of her crib when she wants out. She throws her sock monkey. She throws her pacifiers. And that is about it, because that is all that she sleeps with. But, throwing seems to be her thing. I wonder if it is a baseball scholarship that we are looking at, or maybe volleyball. Too early to tell. But, the girl likes to throw things.
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