And then there was intervention...

Oh yes boys and girls, my little girl is finally at the scooting-on-her-belly stage and I am playing intervention. Not only to I have to hide all cords, sweep like a mad woman, and get down on my hands and knees multiple times a day but I also have to make sure all surfaces that she can reach while in my arms are kept spotless because of course she must taste it! For she wouldn't be a true baby if she didn't.

















Of course I wasn't expecting my toes to be apart of the assault. The bright red nail polish with addie is like watching a moth to the flame. And don't forget those blinds that hang all the way to the floor, probably one of her favorite things ever. Luckily she hasn't started down the hall and discovered the bathrooms. There is only one of her so far and I have been able to play goalie well enough.

I did teach her to stick out her tongue...and I must say she has a very cute one.