- Climbing the piano and trying to jump off. Over and over again.
- Climbing onto the top bunk. Over and over again. (At least she's not trying to jump off.)
- Climbing the bookcase.
- Climbing in and out of her crib. Over and over again.
- Removing the safety plugs from the outlets, plugging other things in, removing those and reinserting the safety plugs.
- Opening the fridge and rearranging the contents.
- Helping herself to cans from the cupboard.
- Putting DVDs into the VCR.
- Climbing onto the piano, trying to plug in the stereo and then trying to stick the CDs in between the CD trays without opening them.
- Climbing onto the toy kitchen.
- Climbing onto the dog crate.
- Undressing herself. Completely. Over and over again.
- Undressing her baby dolls. Completely. Over and over again.
- Hooking her toes over the knobs of the changing table so she can climb it.
- Trying to climb into the co-sleeper with Second Son.
- Answering question after question with "Yes. No."
- Insisting that every toy in the house is hers and not to be touched by her big brother or big sister.
- Biting the erasers off all the pencils.
- Putting any coins she finds directly into her mouth.
- Removing all the books from a shelf one by one, stacking them, then flipping through them (none too carefully, as the stack of disassembled books on my desk can attest) and stacking them in a new pile one by one, which is really cute until someone or anyone walks by and sends a slight breeze against the pile which sends it toppling down resulting in disaster and tears.
- Climbing over the baby gate that is supposed to keep her out of the office.
- Attempting to wash her hands in the dog's water dish.
- Deciding, on a daily basis, that she wants to play piano during Second Son's morning nap.
- Moving a table so she can reach the diaper bag, unpacking the bag completely and repacking it in her own way.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Now I See...
In Second Daughter's birthday post, I mentioned the Terrible Twos and how I think the Twos are Terrific. In the past few weeks, I think we've been learning what other families mean. It's possible we blocked the memories from the first couple of times around, but I really think Second Daughter is taking this to a whole new level. I can only imagine how much worse it will be if she learns to open doors before she gets through the worst of this stage. A few examples, for posterity's sake: