Abigail Ann Franklin Feolo!

Or at least that is what I call her when she is getting "in trouble". (her real name is sans the Franklin... I just add it for effect) You can ask anyone about Ruby and they would say she is and always has been a good listener. She never climbed on tables, destroyed things, climbed in flower beds, climbed in window sills, ran in the street, ran down the street(you get the picture - this is just a small array of the "cute" things Abby does AT 18 MONTHS OLD!!!). My not so little Bean is giving me a run for my money. I have to paddle her bottom every time we are outside because she is a runner. Her goal is to get as far away as fast as possible. If she goes toward the street, I paddle her. She used to care. Now she just doesn't. Ruby doesn't like me paddling her. She tells me "Mom, are you going to spank Abby?"... honey..."Only if she goes in the street". Abby likes the thrill of the chase and doesn't really mind the spanking... it's all apart of the game, right?

Her other obsession is climbing on the kitchen table. Every time I leave the room I here Ruby: "MOM! Abby is on the table again!". When I tell her to get down, she starts jumping and getting pissy. The other day I came out to find this: My mom brought over two bags of garlic bread. She put them on the table. Anthony and I were in the other room and walked out to:

This is the bag of garlic bread that was not attacked by Abigail Ann Franklin Feolo.

This is the second bag. It was all over the table, chair, floor, her face. Her cheeks were stuffed with bread like a chipmunk and she had greasy garlic spread all over her face!

I also left a box of wipes on the table and noticed there were crumbs and grease all over it.

Oh, that's why, whe was shoving the bread through the whole!!!

Don't get me too wrong. Abby is one of the sweetest, most loving babies I know. She loves to snuggle, give hugs, and gives kisses. She is actually pretty sensitive, too. If she knows I am really upset with her she cries and I hate it. She has a very pathetic "how could you" sad cry. I ADORE her personality, she just has A LOT OF IT! My dear Bean: thank you for being you! I wouldn't want you any other way! I love you pudding pop!

***video disclaimer: all of you will probably say "just get her off the table". But seriously, every time I blink she is on the table. I guess she just likes the view. Usually she gets herself into the blue infant chair that is attached. I give her some food, she eats, gets out and back onto the table, then on the ground again. It is a battle that I would say I am losing, but in all honesty... I've already lost!