For physical therapy this week, we were lent a Learning Tower.
I have seen it in the Sky Mall catalog on many an airplane flight. It is at 30,000 feet that I remember that I want, want, want this great tool. But, alas, it is $200, or more. Thus, as I snack on my roasted nuts and ginger ale, I conveniently park that lovely little want in the back-lot of my mind.
Thankfully, we get to borrow this forgotten want for awhile. And, boy howdy, does Esra sure love it. She has been able to participate in washing the dishes for the first time in her life this week. And she helped make fresh corn tortillas with our new assistant, Marta, who is a doting grandma originally from Mexico City. We had such a great time rolling and pressing the masa harina. Esra loved being in the middle of the daily work and conversation that comes with it.
But she really brightens up to any chance to stand at the sink. The Tower is such a great bridge for Esra and her innate desire to wash her hands. (Esra is not alone...A few days ago, I read a great post from Rachel Coleman of Signing Times about how she and her husband finally have an accessible bathroom for their teenage daughter with Spina Bifida. Lucy, too, just wants to be able to wash her hands all by herself.)
There is another plus to having Esra in the tower. She is in her standing frame in these shots. She can turn and swivel at will within its square confines. Tami sees this small space as a super introduction to another back-lot want: manuevering with a walker.