My girl is t-r-o-u-b-l-e.
Trouble with a capital “E”.
Heaven help me.
I’m in for it.
Here is a little run down of the past two days since we’ve been home from Nana and Papa’s:
~ She ripped the spacebar off my keyboard. Thankfully, the Dude was able to fix it … after only trying for about 30 minutes.
~ She has scoot-crawled over to the trash can in her room and tipped it over approximately 456 387 times.
~ She has attempted to STAND UP in the bathtub approximately 456 388 times.
~ She has had approximately 456 389 temper tantrums (I never knew a 7 month old could even have temper tantrums. But they can. Trust me) over things such as me closing the computer after skyping with Nana, me taking a book off her high chair tray, me attempting to give her one too many peas, me moving her away from the humidifier in her room, and me turning off the music on her jumperoo.
~ She has laughed at me every single time I mutter the word “NO” to her.
Is way.too.much like her father.