For the last 2 nights in a row, she has been put to bed in her bed like normal, but when I check on her before I go to bed there she is asleep on the floor surrounded by whatever she has gotten into.
The 1st pic is the view from the doorway, and the 2nd one is just a more up close shot of my girl.....
Every night as we tuck Rylee into bed, my husband is required to kiss her feet. If he doesn't do this, she will yell out "kiss my feet" as we are halfway down the hall.
Tonight, it was "kiss my feet" then "kiss my toes". I keep telling him if he keeps it up he'll be kissing her feet when she is 15 years old.
Uncle Phillip came over the other night. He had been to the Disney store and couldn't resist spending money he shouldn't be spending on my girl. All stuff she couldn't live without of course. A Stitch bubble blower, an Incredibles toy cell phone, a small stuffed Eeyore and a Heffalump too.
After he had removed all items from the bag, she proceeds to pull the trash out of the bag to see what else is in there. Funny girl. He thinks he needs to spoil her now while she is young, because when she is a teenager, she won't care if he comes over. I tell him that is not true, as often as he buys stuff for her, she will get used to it, and still want all the gifts when she is a teenager.
