Riley’s definitely turned into a toddler. Although I’ve had that impression for awhile things keep happening that confirm it as if to say “see! see! she’s not a baby!”
Tonight was no exception. As part of her bedtime routine I read her three stories. She has started “sneaking” off to go to the lounge room during the last story. I say “sneaking” because she takes a step and looks at me to see if I will react. If I don’t she has a mad giggle and takes another step towards the door. So it may be sneaking but it’s hardly stealth like. She loves this game and will even try to convince Josh to give her some of his dinner as long as she’s in the lounge room anyway . . .
And then begins the real game . . .
As soon as I’ve tucked her into bed, kissed her good night and made my way into the lounge room you can hear the pitter-patter of little feet (although she’s not exactly light on her feet so there’s a good amount of thumping). She peers carefully around the corner to see what surprises await her. As soon as she offers a mad smile in sheer delight and begins to chortle like a maniac. I spend the next couple of minutes trying to catch her, also greeted with maniacal laughter and put her back into bed.
Repeat at least 10 times . . .
My name is Zoey. 
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