CRASH!

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Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

For the past couple couple weeks, I’ve removed Maya’s rocking chair when she’s stood on it. Today, she discovered why. Loudly. With her head.
Ouch. Tylenol and nap time.

(no, nothing — child, fireplace, or tile surround — was broken)

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Uh huh. Go ahead and throw a tantrum. You still don’t get the bright pink highlighter back.

Did you know that highlighter washes right off of cabinets as long as you catch it quickly? Shirts? Not so much.

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Do you have any idea how much I do not care that you don’t want your diaper changed?

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No, we’re not going out to swing. We’re going out to Babies ‘r’ Us to spend an exhorbitant amount of money on gates so mama can block off her office from 1-year-olds who steal markers.

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Someone has learned to climb every. thing. in. the. house. That would include the office chair (onto the desk)…and the kitchen chairs (if not pushed in) onto the table…and the piano bench onto the piano keys.

Let toddlerhood officially begin. At least she hasn’t developed a propensity for the word “no.” Yet.

Better run — it’s quiet in here. Too quiet.