Oh little miss independent. Lately you've taken to throwing yourself backwards whenever we try to do something you don't like (feed you, change you, put you in your playpen, all those evil things). Last night dad had a long talk with you about how we graduated top of our class from mean school and we were going to win whatever you were fighting us about (that particular argument was over getting your diaper changed, apparently it is a lot more fun to have a wet diaper?) When I first told your dad about "mean school" he wasn't totally bought into the idea but it took about two temper tantrums for "mean school" to become a common phrase in our household. I remember all too well being told by me parents how they had graduated top of their class from mean school and am all too happy to borrow that line from them.
I recently bought a baby tobogan and yesterday took you out in the yard to play around. I wasn't sure what you would think and while you didn't seem thrilled by the cold you did giggle over the "choo choo" noises I made while pulling you through the yard.
Lately you've also shown an interest in climbing stairs. The other day dad scooped you off the third stair so today when I went to grab you off the bottom stair I figured, hey, let's see where you go with this. I had no idea you would go to the top of the stairs. From there we went into the kitchen where you proceeded to pull the majority of your bibs and cups out of their drawer.
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