Guilty

A couple nights ago, Alex was doing her usual escaping up the stairs to run back and forth upstairs thing. We've sort of decided that without gates, it's a good idea to either hang out in a closed room or at the top of the stairs to prevent her from flinging herself all the way back down to the living room. So, I was on the stairs, and she was thumping back and forth, giggling every time she passed me (because there's always a possibility of a reverse thump-by tickling).

After a minute or two, she retreated to her darkened room - she apparently came with built-in night vision - and was completely and utterly quiet. If you've spent any time with Alex on her home turf, you know that she's never completely and utterly quiet unless something tricky is going on. So, my mom-stincts kicked in and I had to go check it out.

To my left, her door, and behind that her dresser. And, as I soon learned, she was there too. As I approached, I heard a gasp - the "Oh no! She caught me!" gasp - and I saw Alex running frantically - picture Fred Flintstone in his car and you'll have an approximation of what her legs were doing. Her shoulders were crunched up with the guilt of having opened a drawer she assumed was on the naughty list. But she was smiling and giggling and gasping and chortling too - she enjoys being naughty (or what she considers naughty - opening a drawer is ok by me...).

She proceeded to run into the wall by her crib, still laughing maniacally like she got away with something. She crunched up- against the wall, waiting for the inevitable tickle and/or toss into the air, which of course she got. Can't let her down!

Anyway, a bit of a had to be there kind of moment, but it was extremely funny, and also showcases what Alex considers naughty behavior, and frankly what we consider about as naughty as she gets -so far-.