So, I've realized that my strict - no shoes in the house (at least not laying around the living room where I can trip on them and Riley can play with them) policy has fallen short. We've been missing out on seeing the ridiculous big-foot Ri, clomping around the living room. She used the laundry basket to balance as she slipped her feet into Dad's giant shoes and off/awkwardly she went!
It's close to 11 p.m. and Riley's in turbo-mode. She cruised around the house looking for trouble...getting into breakable/heavy dishes, check. Trying to help load the washing machine and hitting the buttons to turn it on and off, check. Trying to grab mom's camera and keep her from capturing the tired-baby nonsense....yes, check!
With the help of her dad's expert towel draping, Riley relaxes after her morning bath and channels the Dalai Lama.
