Evie-climbing up on the stove. Stepping up on the bottom handle of the broiler, hands on the oven door...and then...to add insult...turning the knobs of the stove. And Gary and I standing there, laughing. What else were we supposed to do?
Evie-I turn around for a second, and she is standing on top of the picnic table outside. How did she manage to climb up there? She's not even one year old yet!!! All the other babies her age are still happily sitting on their blankies at the park, shaking the same old toys. Not my girl. She's standing on the picnic table, practically on top of Marea and Madison's dinner.
Evie-dancing on the red chair in the living room at 7 a.m. And just when i've got my eyes opened up enough to see (zzzzzzz), and decide that mustering up the energy to do something about it is IMPORTANT, like NOW (!), she gracefully steps off, as if she's done it a thousand times.
She's a wild one, that Miss E.
We LOVE it.
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