One decorative touch that Chris loves to apply to our home is fake plants. In all of the years that we have been together and all of the apartments, there has always been a plastic plant adorning some shelf up high or corner in a room. I just recently asked him what his obsession is with these things and he said he just feels like plants “add something to the home.” Furthermore, he has had real plants before but they have always died.
Our darling daughter Cadence is very adventurous. She enjoys climbing, speed-crawling (try & catch her if you can), slamming cabinet doors and drawers and putting everything under the sun in her mouth. Above all, she loves to touch her dad’s plastic foliage. This tall plant with it’s many leaves and branches has been a part of our lives for for about two years now and it was a pretty pricey purchase (say that three times fast).
Ever since Cadence started crawling, it has been the object of her affection- that plant and the dog- she can’t keep her hands off of either of them. I move the plant from place-to-place around the house to keep it out of her way only for one of two things to happen: she finds the plant wherever I hide it and continues to torture it OR Chris comes home, unhappy with the rearrangement that has been made, and puts the plant back where it belongs. (This drives me insane by the way- it’s like a dance that we are doing with the plant moving it here and there.)
Some of Cadence’s favorite activities to do with this plant include pulling herself up to stand on it and shaking it vigorously, pulling on it’s oh-so delicate leaves and branches, knocking the plant over and playing with the fake dirt. A word about the fake dirt in this plant- it moves. In my opinion, it should not move- only real dirt moves, right? Wrong. When she scratches her little nails in it, little black particles fall out and end up everywhere.
When she does play with this sky-high plant, she always ends up pulling it down and laying on the floor with the plant on top of her- not phased by this at all.
I really don’t know what it is about this plant. Is it because we say ‘No, Cadence… NO! Don’t touch” and she gets a kick out of seeing us rush to redirect her to something else?
I am often convinced that our child was bred from a very special place in the baby factory… quite possibly the devil’s spawn. (Sick joke, I know) So I guess I will continue to do this dance with Cadence and the plant, until she’s old enough to sit in time-out for it. **Sigh** Being a plant in this house, is hard.
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Maybe it was expensive but at least it’s not real; she can’t kill it. It sounds like that plant is keeping her amused longer than most toys do (lol)