Microwaves

Last week, all of the plugs on our kitchen wall went out.  Which means: no toaster and no microwave.  So, instead of performing the backbreaking and painstakingly awful labor of calling our landlord, I came up with a brilliant idea: just move the microwave back and forth from the counter (when it's not needed) to the floor (when we need to heat something up). Not only is it great exercise, but it also doubles as a learning tool for Gabe.  He has learned that when he pushes the buttons it makes a noise, that when he opens the door a light comes on, and when he opens the door mid-heat steam comes out. Gabe also has discovered that the round glass plate in the microwave is removable and can be carried around the house, and that more things can fit in the microwave that in the spice drawer (i.e. his sippy cup, my cell phone, balls, markers, food he doesn't want, dirty diapers, etc...). But, most importantly, he loves to sit on the microwave.  He wiggles his way on top and then sits with his legs dangling off and drinks his milk.

Here he is standing on the microwave, trying to take his shirt off.

The attempt was unsuccessful.

Point: Microwaves are awesome.