Emy woke up yesterday morning and decided it would be fun to climb over everything. Over and under the bars underneath the dining table, onto shelves, onto chairs and tables, into baby doll strollers...you get the point. I can't tell you how many hillarious positions I have literally had to rescue her from because she couldn't figure out how to get out of them.
Perfect example, I was on the laptop yesterday morning (with my back to her). I turned around and saw this.
Do you see how she even has her tongue stuck out at me...oh man, I am in trouble for the next 16 years.
So, she will climb and yet she won't walk? I don't get it...I thought fear had something to do with the not walking, but that can't be right if she is climbing.
These were before church on Sunday. She finally figured out how to get onto and ride her "car". She thinks she is a pretty big girl when she is "driving".
I was soooo bummed that I cut her head off in this precious picture:(