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G is for... Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire!
My innocent little baby Victory Joy has turned one. Except she thinks that she has turned two, and so she's doing her very best to live up to the reputation of those terrible two-year-olds. If I had to rate her performance, I would say she's excelling.
Yesterday, she took the lava rocks from the fireplace and pushed them into the hole where the key goes to turn on the gas fireplace. Yeah. Please imagine with me, my Joy. Next, she sneaked onto the back of my treadmill while I was running, and the poor baby has no skin left on one side of her face anymore. Then, she tossed several toys into the toilet and tried to fish them out by herself.
But, look at the cuteness. (Or actually, don't. It can be hazardous to your resolve.)
In addition to all the behavioral boundary challenging that is happening here, Victory is pushing her physical boundaries as well. She believes no closet, cabinet, or drawer belonging to this house should be off limits, and EVERYTHING inside those closets, cabinets, and drawers should logically be strewn around the house at all times. I mean, really, what's the point of having "stuff" if you cannot see all of it at all times whenever you look in any direction?
Yesterday, she took the lava rocks from the fireplace and pushed them into the hole where the key goes to turn on the gas fireplace. Yeah. Please imagine with me, my Joy. Next, she sneaked onto the back of my treadmill while I was running, and the poor baby has no skin left on one side of her face anymore. Then, she tossed several toys into the toilet and tried to fish them out by herself.
But, look at the cuteness. (Or actually, don't. It can be hazardous to your resolve.)
She's looks like the other girls and is probably just trying to do what they do, too!