She's a heart

attack waiting to happen!!!

My sweet baby girl is a serious dare-devil. She scares me to death numerous times a day. She climbed on top of the coffee table today and was so proud of herself. You can see how delighted she is by the look on the stinkers face. I got her down oh, say about 10 times, before I realized that the only way she was going to learn was through some natural consequences.

 Around trip number 11, she full off backwards and hit the couch. Big tears, LOUD tears, but then she was done. She's not climbed back up there!

 She moved on to the bathroom. See all the junk on the countertops? It's up there because she pulls open the drawers and gets into it all. She can unscrew any cap on anything. She loves nothing more than to take the top off the toothpaste and squirt it all over herself and then have a picnic while she eats it off.

 She also loves to get each and every toothbrush in the house and stand in that drawer and watch herself brush her teeth. She can do that the entire time I am in the shower. She thinks that baby in the mirror is the most beautiful baby in the world. As does her momma.

You want to know why she's just in her diaper? Well, that would be because she knows how to undo the child-safety locks on all the cabinets and drawers. She opened the drawer with all of the pens and markers in it, snatched out a sharpie and looked me dead in the eye. Then took off running to the den. I chased her, attempted to grab it from the human windmill but I was too late. She'd gotten ticked and started slapping at me and wrote all over her little bubble. So, while I was putting it in Oxiclean and soaking it, she took off to the bathroom to eat the toothpaste.