The picture isn't that great, but you can see that our little busy-body has stuff every foot or so over our entire front room. The messes have only escalated. I can no longer keep her out of our lazy susan where she gleefully unloads the marshmellows, chocolate chips, flour, and even once, the cornstarch. I'm constantly moving her from one place while saying "no" to a place I wish she would stay for more than one second.The other battle that has come about is the transition from baby food to table food. Honestly, I don't think she cares much for either. Thus I find myself in the wonderful world of worrying about her "nutritionally balanced" diet. If all she'll eat is crackers and puffs, what should I do? She refuses to let me feed her table food from a spoon so whatever I give her has to be hands-on. And one of her favorite things to do is rub it all over her face
and hair, and then throw it on the floor. I find shampooing her hair is a waste of time though I do it anyway, and I now mop the floor at least twice a day. This picture is from one of our battles over baby oatmeal. As you can see she wasn't as interested in putting it in her mouth as she was in putting it everywhere else.She'll be a year old in a few weeks and I can't believe it. I'm researching bigger carseats and planning a small, but celebratory birthday party. (If anyone has any carseat suggestions, feel free. There are just too many choices.)
And even though she is a bit of work, with faces like these:
How can you help but love her to pieces anyway!
