Possessed and Obsessed
So our six month old has discovered she's got hands. And attached to each beautiful, chubby hand are five beautiful, chubby digits. She's also figured out that she's got control of all five, and that she's got two sets of them...10 dangerous digits to call her own and wreak havoc with.
Nevermind her endless assortment of toys and books and dolls and her elephantine exersaucer...all she wants to do is smack open her daddy's usb port cover and dabble with the wires and unplug his headset. And once that becomes mundane, she scrambles over to my computer and makes a b-line for my reset button. And she's successful at rebooting it too.
She then, having realized her success, scrambles back over to my husband's computer and mushes her little fingers on his reset button. She's amazingly fast, and it's not as easy to stop her as one might think from an outsider's perspective. His reset button isn't quite as sensative however, so her mad attempts are often defeated.
Thank you Dell for providing hearty reset buttons. No thanks to Microcenter for making their tower case reset buttons so darn sensative!
I Spy a Runaway Snack
Kids today. They must be born with computer knowledge.
3 comments:
How sweet! I miss the busy-body baby stage, yes, it keeps you running, but it goes so quickly and really is a special time.
How old is she now? The pictures are cute. I remember my younger siblings being like that, and one day we will have our own little mischievous one.
I fear my kids when we have them. I was in to stuff all of the time. I used to bang my head into things when I was mad, and I busted my mothers lip once. That all ended when I got mad and slammed my head into a marble table that belonged to my Grandparents. I still have a ridge on my forehead from hitting it 20 years ago. I'm pretty sure I know why my dad has grey hair now.
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