My Mom asked me the other day who was the main instigator out of my girls. That’s a pretty easy one. Alysa is the more daring, fearless trouble maker. She has always been the climber. She has always been the one to figure out how to get things out of her reach. I have a little drawer set in our downstairs closet where I keep some band aids, nail scissors nail clippers and other miscellaneous items. It’s out of her reach. Except when she goes into the bathroom, drags the stool out so she can empty the contents all over the foyer.

She started the whole let’s balance on the back of the chair in our family room so they can reach everything on top of the ledge. That ledge is now empty. She has taken to picking behind my computer as a hiding place – wires and all. I’ll find speakers on the ground, wires unplugged and everything just messed up.

And Friday night, while my Dad was watching them, he found her in a bedroom closet with the doors pulled off the tracks because she was looking for some squares. Where was Kayla? She was standing back watching her trying to calmly explain to my Dad that she was looking for the squares.

Is it any wonder why Alysa has broken her arm, fallen off our bed more times than I can count (it’s a platform bed), fallen out of her bed, and fallen off chairs onto her head (onto tile floor) a few times? We’re lucky it’s only been 1 broken bone – let’s knock on wood, shall we?

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Speaking of her bed – Alysa is still loving her bed. The cutest part so far, is in the morning, I no longer wake up to hear her chattering. I’ve been waking up thinking she’s asleep. Until we go into the hallway and see her bedroom light on. She now wakes up, turns her light on and reads books or plays until we see that she’s up and about. When we do go in, she is so proud of herself that she turned her light on all by herself.