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I’d been wanting a bar cart for ages, but kept putting off getting one, mostly because of Sam. Two-year-olds and martini glasses don’t mix. But then I stumbled across a super cool retro lucite one at a local thrift store, and I had to have it.

And, as it turns out, I was right. Bar carts and toddlers? Not such a good combo.

I haven’t done anything as crazy as putting out glassware on the cart, which is good, since Sam has taken over the cart for use as a stuffed animal moving device. He piles his Tigger and his Seal and Duck and Elmo onto the bar cart, and then pulls it behind him as he wanders through the house.

He also likes to sit on the bar cart, and have me push him around on it.

I tell you, it’s hard to be a hipster under these conditions. I knew that once I gave in to getting that damned minivan, it would be a slippery slope.

Sadly, I think this will be the last Life With A Toddler entry . . . Sam's turning three on Tuesday and will officially on longer be considered a toddler. Gah! Where is the time going?

Next up: Life With A Preschooler: Part 1 . . .

Posted 03 September 2006 at 09:49 AM