People always want to know what Riley is doing these days. It's like the first topic of conversation. What's she doing? Is she crawling? Is she sleeping through the night? And on and on. Well, let me tell you.
She's constantly moving. She goes from sitting to crawling to standing to sitting in a matter of seconds. She pulls up on the couch and the cruises across to the other side... and then back. She crawls across the room to pull her toys out of her toy bin. She stands up on her tip toes. She pulls every book out of the book bin and demands (yes, demands) to be read to. She's making a bee line for the broom and the trash can. She's scavenging for scraps of food under the table. She's climbing into the dishwasher. She's standing up in the bath tub. And the crib. She's trying to escape from her high chair. She's yelling and kicking her legs for me to feed her faster. She' eating cheese like it is the best thing in the whole entire world.
She's yelling mamamama and whispering dadadada. She's fake coughing, making a fishy face, and breathing heavily out her nose, just because she can. She's pulling every letter out of her alphabet mat, then bending it, eating it, sucking on it. She's pulling all my clean folded laundry out of the bin. She's chewing on shoes, and smiling from ear to ear when she gets her little hands on a remote. She occasionally dances to music.
She's knocking over block towers and spinning car wheels and rolling makeshift toys across the floor. She's playing with spatulas and wooden spoons and empty coke bottles. She's desperately trying to reach my laptop and bang on the keys. She's skyping with grandma and grandpa, she's playing endless games of peek-a-boo, and she's crawling around the house with me as if it's the best game in the whole entire world.
She's eating my watch, daddy's belt, and any necklace I might be wearing. And if there isn't a necklace she pinches my neck-skin as if one will suddenly appear. She's loving books, and being outside, and eating leaves and grass and sticks and anything else she's not supposed to eat. She's quietly listening to me singing songs, and smiling when we get to "wheels on the bus" and "if you're happy and you know it." She's refusing to stay still to get her diaper changed. She's obsessed with plastic bags and paper. She loves riding with me in the sling when we go out.
She's snuggling in to me to nurse before bed. She's giving me huge kisses on the mouth. She's the best thing in the whole entire world. I love this little buggy.
She's constantly moving. She goes from sitting to crawling to standing to sitting in a matter of seconds. She pulls up on the couch and the cruises across to the other side... and then back. She crawls across the room to pull her toys out of her toy bin. She stands up on her tip toes. She pulls every book out of the book bin and demands (yes, demands) to be read to. She's making a bee line for the broom and the trash can. She's scavenging for scraps of food under the table. She's climbing into the dishwasher. She's standing up in the bath tub. And the crib. She's trying to escape from her high chair. She's yelling and kicking her legs for me to feed her faster. She' eating cheese like it is the best thing in the whole entire world.
She's yelling mamamama and whispering dadadada. She's fake coughing, making a fishy face, and breathing heavily out her nose, just because she can. She's pulling every letter out of her alphabet mat, then bending it, eating it, sucking on it. She's pulling all my clean folded laundry out of the bin. She's chewing on shoes, and smiling from ear to ear when she gets her little hands on a remote. She occasionally dances to music.
She's knocking over block towers and spinning car wheels and rolling makeshift toys across the floor. She's playing with spatulas and wooden spoons and empty coke bottles. She's desperately trying to reach my laptop and bang on the keys. She's skyping with grandma and grandpa, she's playing endless games of peek-a-boo, and she's crawling around the house with me as if it's the best game in the whole entire world.
She's eating my watch, daddy's belt, and any necklace I might be wearing. And if there isn't a necklace she pinches my neck-skin as if one will suddenly appear. She's loving books, and being outside, and eating leaves and grass and sticks and anything else she's not supposed to eat. She's quietly listening to me singing songs, and smiling when we get to "wheels on the bus" and "if you're happy and you know it." She's refusing to stay still to get her diaper changed. She's obsessed with plastic bags and paper. She loves riding with me in the sling when we go out.
She's snuggling in to me to nurse before bed. She's giving me huge kisses on the mouth. She's the best thing in the whole entire world. I love this little buggy.
She's got 3 teeth, although there's no shot of me getting a picture of the top one any time soon.
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