it probably should bother me when Aria gets into things and, hey, there’s still plenty of years for that!
We’ll be in the kitchen and she’ll see me open the refrigerator, which maybe she never noticed before. Then she scootches, military style, to investigate. Her camouflage needs some work, so she’s pretty easy to notice. And suddenly she’s five feet further back and wondering what enemy mastermind teleported her away from her target.
Pretty much in love her unquenchable thirst for exploration and discovery. But I have a feeling in the next month or two when she gets real legs under her, this little girl is going to run me ragged!
There’s a reason she hasn’t learned to sit yet. So many places lot and plunder!
Time to childproof…