Mike played Baldur's gate all night last night. Now he's in Hell. Seriously. In the game. :)

The developmentalist came last night and Bri crawled all over her. Bri will give you something she's playing with if you ask real nice and hold out your hand. It also looked like she was attempting to stack things, but I'm not sure if she was just trying to pick up two blocks at once. The developmentalist is goingto keep coming once a month until Bri's walking and talking, then I suppose we'll have to give her up.

In other news, Bri is a terror. She doesn't get no, only that the word makes her very very angry. She is also very angry that the kitchn is blocked off. She is angry that she's not allowed to flick the TV on and off repeatedly. She is angry that she's not allowed to play with the lamps. She is angry that there is nothing on the table she can reach. She is angry that she ran out of cheerios. In short, she's an angry angry child. She throws little baby sized tantrums where she yells and lies on the floor and kicks. Those are kind of cute, but don't tell her that. Yay, here come the terrible toddler years. I need a muzzle.