Sneaky, sneaky

Aria is clever. And stealth. Cool traits on their own, quite the parenting snag when combined. She's been putting up a resistance at dinner time, attempting to leave the table early, pushing her plate off her mat, and so on. Brian and I both tried our different approaches to keep her in her chair. Finally, after asking her many times nicely to climb out from under the table and sit in her seat I silently escorted her to the time out corner and simply said, "You will sit in your seat during dinner." And walked off. A bit of crying ensued, but nothing unusual.

After a spell of silence I decided to check on her to see if she was remorseful and indeed wanted nothing more than to sit at the table politely. What I found was an empty time out corner. It's a quick scan of a small house but I just barely caught two little feet sliding around the corner of the couch. Confused I went back through the kitchen and motioned Brian to stand up with me to investigate.

There, laying flat on the floor was Aria doing her best Army craw. Pulling herself slowly towards the fireplace and pletheria of toys using basically just her hands and elbows. Brian gently put a foot on her back, freezing her forward motion and alerting her to being busted. Aria's response? To simply lay still, like maybe we'd go away.

From this I learned two things: 1). Aria has no poker face, just like her mom, and 2). she's definitely living on the second floor of the house as a teenager. In a room directly beside ours. She's so stinkin' cute!