Heaven Help Me....

She's a climber.

Owen nearly did me in with all of his climbing and close calls. Remember this?

I can never decide if I should dart across the kitchen, leaping over the scattered Tupperware she leaves strewn across the floor, to retrieve her as quickly as I possibly can before she plunges to the tile below.....or if a better approach is tip-toeing and talking sweetly as I make my move to retrieve her so as not to alarm or excite her into running across the counter and thus increasing the chances of her taking a header. I usually end up doing the latter, but inside, my heart is racing and leaping across the kitchen to her. Ugh! That girl. I was so not ready for this. She is barely thirteen months. Why is she in such a hurry to grow up?
 

I was cutting the kids' valentines last week and heard a clangy sound, I looked up to see her helping herself the the m&m's. My camera was sitting right next to her on the buffet so I snapped a few pics of her. They are blurry because I was sort of in a panic and didn't want to mess with camera settings and risk her falling and I didn't dare step back far enough to show just how high the stool is. Little stinker.

(For the record, she does own clothes and I do dress her. This just happened to be after she smeared oatmeal across her pj's and before her bath.)