So I'm sitting next to Layla watching cartoons in the family room, and I realize Paisley has been awfully quiet in the kitchen. Though that usually spells trouble, I am not concerned. I have installed child safety locks on every kitchen cabinet, locked the water and ice dispenser, and put door knob locks on all downstairs doors. I've even bought trash cans that were too tall for her to reach into, and that have lids that are wedged under the first pantry shelf so she can't remove them. I am not concerned. And then I see a small fuzzy head peep up into my line of sight OVER the kitchen bar, and hear a squeal of pure delight. She has just scaled a chair, pulled herself from the chair onto our pub-height table, and is now dancing with glee. Luckily, she doesn't fall off before I can grab her. Even luckier, my camera is handy. If we make it to 2 before we visit the emergency room, it will be a miracle.
