Today Grace scared the living daylights out of me and I have yet recovered. We were playing together on the living room floor when she threw a toy across the room. I went to retrieve it and when I got back Grace was standing on the back of the couch looking out the window giggling away. I have no idea how she moved so fast. The couch is a good 18" off the ground and the back is another 2 feet. Somehow in the 30 seconds I had my back turned she had managed to climb both. Seeing her on the back of the coach made my heart leap out of my chest. Luckily I was never more than a couple feet from her. However, Grace found it hilarious and was so proud of herself. Now I am just praying that my monkey does not find a way to climb out of her crib. Neither Grace nor I are ready for her to be in a big girl bed.
Grace's favorite activity the last few weeks has been rearranging my kitchen cabinets. Yesterday, I spent an hour trying to find the TV remote and finally found it tucked in a mixing bowl inside a cabinet.
Grace is also starting to loudly vocalize her opinions as well. She has set off the glass breakage sensors on our alarm system on more than one occasion with her shrieking. Today she was pushing her wooden walker toy when she came to a wall and could not go any further. Immediately she threw an all-out tantrum. This of course sent Luca, the dog, in a tizzy. Grace is screaming, the dog is barking, and then all of a sudden the alarm system starts screeching. This is not a pleasant sound and it is annoyingly loud. The alarm system sends Luca running full speed back towards Grace and I knocking us to the ground. So there I am on the floor with a child screaming because the house wasn't long enough, a dog cowering in a play tent to get away from the noise and an alarm system blaring. It was a sight to see. It is in these moments that the only thing you can do is laugh.
Of course not all days are quite as eventful as today, and for the most part being a mom is incredibly rewarding. However, there are the few (or several) nights were a glass of wine or two is very much needed. Lately, Grace has been doing a lot of solitary play which is both a curse and a blessing. It allows me to get a ton of stuff done around the house, but also makes me feel incredibly guilty for not interacting, reading, or otherwise engaging with her. She is very independent and enjoys figuring out new skills all on her own. Recently she learned how to stack rings on a peg. I guess I am still looking for that healthy balance between playing with her all day and getting the house cleaned. I will find that balance eventually. I hope.