If she leaves my sight for more than 24 seconds, it is pretty likely that I will find her perched on something that will require me to first take a picture, then to rush over and get her down. She's just recently figured out that she can slide the kitchen chairs over to the counter tops and is desperate to see what's up there. So far I have been able to reach her before she can slither up because, luckily, a 1 year old pushing a chair across a room is a noisy process. I spend about 3 hours a day plucking her off of the kitchen table (Pop asked me tonight if I had thought to tell her "no"...AHA, why hadn't I thought of that?!) where she typically goes to the pepper grinder and tosses it off first. Today she veered from her normal pattern and got on the DINING room table and dumped the sugar bowl, a nice change in our routine.
When Rylie is not climbing on stuff, she's most likely wreaking havoc somewhere in the house. Emptying tissue boxes and wipe containers, unrolling toilet paper, inventorying the tupperware cabinet (a nice way of saying "unloading" it), helping herself to the snacks in the pantry; these are her go-to acts. And yet, somehow, she pulls it all off while staying adorable and giggling so that I find myself putting all the tissues back in the box (for the 4th time that day) and laughing with her about it. Typically she has moved on to a new act of mischief before I have finished cleaning up the previous mess, so it is not unusual for there to be a pile of (clean) wipes in the tv room sitting next to the Goldfish container and every DVD from our tv cabinet strewn across the room. Whenever I try to redirect her to more "productive" forms of play, she'll go along with it as far as grabbing the stroller from the toy room, pushing it into another room, ditching the stroller and pulling every diaper out of the diaper drawer. I keep telling myself she'll grow out of this stage soon, but then realize that I can deal with the cleaning up if I can keep her tiny and cute for a little longer...
