Am I saying "NO" wrong or something??

No, no, no, no, no....that is what my days persist of lately. Rory, NO.....NO, Rory......Aurora Jamie, NO! And she just doesn't understand. Or does she? She has no fear of me, whatsoever. Which I guess is good in most ways, but it's not good on the discipline front. It's really tiring. I try to pick my battles, I try to understand she's probably bored. We could spend half an hour reading, coloring, snuggling and as soon as I sit down at the computer....BAM, on the coffee table. I get up and turn the channel from Treehouse to something remotely adult, BAM, in the drawers, up at the window, scaling the back of the couch, digging in the garbage for leftovers.....which I just don't get!!!! She won't eat in her high chair, but will happily munch on some toast crust found sitting on top of the trash. UGH and YUCK!!! NO!!!!

Don't get me wrong. With this new found daredevilism comes lots and lots of laughter. LOTS! There's the new phrase of the week, "uh oh". Turns off the tv....uh oh, rips my magazine to shreds, uh oh. Oh, and the diaper crotch grabbing that now indicates she has pooped and indeed knows it. And to make sure I notice she waves her hand in the air to let me know it smells....peeeeeewwwww!!! But the best of the best of Rory this week has to be the finger up the nose trick! We've tried to tell her it is yucky to stick her finger up her nose.....that she will hurt herself. Nope, she thinks it's hilarious.....probably because neither Mike or I can keep a straight face when she does it. I mean, the first time was by accident, but now she does it on purpose to get a rise out of us, and just the fact that she KNOWS she can get a rise out of us makes us laugh even harder. BUT, all the fun came to a crashing end last night when she, with all her baby finger might, stuck her finger up MY nose.....and lemme tell ya, I was NOT laughing. IT HURT!!! So, now we add, NO, Rory, no picking mommy's nose!!!! No, Rory, no picking your nose.

And she puked again last night on her bedtime bottle. No Rory, don't puke on mommy! She's cut an eye tooth, so that could be it. She's drinking her own bottles now, so I don't like to stop her to burp. I figure she'll stop when she's ready. Well, last night she drank 8 oz straight, sat up, burped and barfed in one fluid motion....guess I'll be stopping her next time. :) I'm still pretty new to letting her self-regulate....but it's pretty darn awesome!!!