Peter's things

I've been thinking about this for a while, and keep meaning to post it. It's so easy to forget. Shortly after Christmas, we started finding Peter's things in funny places. The first thing was a little white dog figurine on the red step stool in the kitchen. Then the dog on the black footstool in the living room. Then Peter's yellow Tonka dumptruck on the windowsill in the playroom. That's when I mentioned it to Ron. Last week, I noticed that Peter had put a little magnetic frame on the edge of the stairs, behind the babygate; the next day, it was his keychain. The edge of the stairs is where we put things that need to be returned to their "homes" upstairs; the next one to go up takes them. Peter's becoming more and more of an agent, asserting increasingly articulate actions. He hasn't yet adopted a toy that goes everywhere with him, or started to take things out the door when we leave the house, but I suppose that might be the next step. Peter's changed so, so, so much in just the past few months.