One Little Bean

Today you figured out how to climb up on the dining room chairs. You were very proud of yourself. You'd rather sit on the chair than on your booster seat now. You are getting to be such a big girl!

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So I picked you up this toy box from Ikea thinking that because it has a soft lid, you wouldn't try to climb on it. With a very proud smile, you proved me wrong.

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This morning you got a hold of my phone and were walking around with it as your Tatus and I sat in our bedroom trying to wake up. Suddenly, Tatus' phone rang, and we were wondering who would call so early on a Saturday morning. I went and got his phone and looked at the caller. I was calling. Or rather, you were, using my phone.

Then you grabbed Tatus' phone and started systematically pushing all the buttons on it that you could find. After doing that, you crouched down, laid it carefully on the floor, threw a casual "bye" over your shoulder and walked out of the room.

There's something new every day...you are just non-stop entertainment!

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Odd picture, right? Just my cell phone sitting on the desk. Well, what makes this rather boring photo a snapshot of a pretty amazing occurrence is that you put my cell phone up on the desk. I had finished with a phone call, and after I shut my phone you like to hold it while the screen is still lit up. I walked to the kitchen as you were standing by the desk holding my phone, and before you came over to see what I was doing in the kitchen, you reached up and put my phone on the desk. And you left it there. It pretty much qualifies as putting something away. For the last two months we've endured you pulling laundry onto the floor, tea towels onto the floor, any clothing on chairs onto the floor... everything was where it belonged if it was all on the floor. I decided to gamble and not say NO everytime you did it. I decided to act like it was no big deal and hope you'd get bored of doing it. I wasn't like this with books, however. Whenever you'd make a grab for a book, I'd say no and then move you somewhere else and get you interested in your toys or a book or something. And that seemed to work. Now, most of the time when you get close to the bookshelf, you just look at and touch the books. Very rarely do you try to pull one off the shelf.

It's the same with clothes now. I still catch you sometimes making a grab for some clothes, but I just give you a stern look, and usually you just make a fast but (purposely?) unsuccessful grab for the clothes and then pull your hand back really fast. I can't tell if you are messing with me, or what you are doing exactly. But I'm glad you aren't as keen on putting everything on the floor now. :)

Labels: growing up, mischief

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I learned my lesson fast this time! I went around the corner for a second and left your pureed corn on the table out of your reach. But I left the bowl on a place mat that was within your reach.

The result: pureed corn EVERYWHERE.

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