Riley turned 16 months old last Saturday and is acting more like a toddler than ever. I should add that we already pretty much need a "timeout" location/chair/whatever. Not sure the age they grasp that concept, but she has more than once looked at me straight in the face and did once again whatever it was that I had already told her repeatedly not to do. The pathetic thing is that I still can't help but laugh when she does it. I would imagine that will change soon!
Even with the minor recent setback of our molars coming in, she's going going going. This includes housework...
Feeding and taking our babies for a walk...
Practicing getting our food to our mouth...
And making guns out of my mascara and makeup brush. I'm soo not kidding. She makes a "PSHHH" sound when she shoots them. I guess that's what we get for being friends with little boys at daycare!
Another thing she positively loves is my Jock Jams CD from high school. She points at the stereo in our room which prompts us to turn Dick Vitale on.
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