One. Year. Old.
And, by God, she knows it.
For instance, we get home from Monkey Joes around noon today. All three of us are hungry (or so I thought) so I set about making lunch. Hot dog for Jack, nuggets for Riley and leftover grilled chicken w/ pita for me. All is well in the Milligan household. Riley wanders (well, crawls) over to the dog bowls and proceeds to slap (slam) her open fists into Kody's full (and dirty) water bowl. Gross. I pick her up and move her back into the TV room. Next thing you know she's pulling the stereo wires from under the rug. Ughhh. Back to lunch.
Lunch is ready and we all sit down to eat. I guess Miss Priss decides she ate one too many goldfish at Monkey Joes and isn't hungry anymore. No sooner than I get her buckled into her seat and snap the tray, food starts to fly. She has this thing about throwing her food on the floor for Kodiak when she's done.
Not done yet.
While Jack and I are enjoying our lunch Riley is back on the floor wandering around. She heads toward front steps and I keep a close eye on her. Not close enough because she found the plant in the foyer and PULLED IT DOWN... yes, it came crashing down, with a thud. Thank God it didn't land on her head, or her foot. I could see the whole thing. She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. Yes, my friends. She is one.
Here's the aftermath....
I cleaned it up and put her to bed. Here it is, less that an hour and a half later and she's up, playing with the trash can as I type. I guess I better get off this computer before she breaks something else....
Until next time...
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