BG (baby girl) has purchased herself a pair of naughty pants. In the last month, parenting just stepped it up a notch as someone has been perfecting her Frankenstein wobble. Lots of whines and cries can be heard through our open windows as we attempt to keep her out of the bathroom, off of the wine cabinet, out of the trashcan, from climbing into the dishwasher, and the list goes on. This girl knows how to find a really cool activity that is neither safe nor beneficial.
Exhibit A: The Wine Cabinet.
Who wouldn't love the melody and tinkle a bunch of hanging wine glasses can make when uncoordinated hands run their little fingers over them? When we move her from the scene she just walks right back. In fact, she often makes sure we're making eye contact as she reaches out and unsteadily touches those tempting glasses.
Exhibit B: The Closed Bathroom Door
Apparently the bathroom is a room of endless possibilities. There is a roll of toilet paper that quietly chants Lakin's name as she walks by, begging her to stop and play, like the One ring calls for Bilbo in The Lord of the Rings. Heaven forbid her parents might like to use the bathroom without inviting her to the party. Many a moments have been spent wailing on the outside of that door or sneaking around to enter through the second door in Mom and Dad's room.
Exhibit C: The Cry of Desperation When Someone, Who Shall Remain Nameless, Refuses to Pick Her Up that Very Instant.
When people do not pick up on her obvious cues that she would like to be held thankyourverymuch, Lady lets out piercing screams and wails that make everyone in a 10 mile radius want to put on their earmuffs. She's not above clinging to your legs and holding on until you either pick her up or trip over her presence. Forget the raw chicken on your hands, the steaming hot mug of coffee you are carrying, or that you're taking an overflowing load of laundry downstairs for wash, BG wants love and she wants it NOW.
Ah, discipline, you are a full time job. Lord help us.