Does your near 10 month old:
Pull up to standing in the tub which has no rubber mat but rather an extremely slippery and dangerous surface no matter how many times you continue to sit her back down?
Finally relegated to sitting, dump cups and washcloths full of water out of the tub?
Immediately roll and crawl away when her diaper is being changed, making a pathway of shit on the bed or floor?
Pretend like getting dressed is some form of torture?
Act really hungry but then nurse for two seconds because the wind blew in a different direction?
Bite your boob and then laugh because that shrieking sound you made was pretty fucking hilarious?
Shove 40 small pieces of food in her mouth and then spit them all out?
Refuse to wear a bib because OMG IT'S STRANGLING ME?
Eat whatever she finds on the ground that is not the 40 small pieces of food even if it's a dead bug?
Empty any accessible cabinets and drawers, particularly ones you just organized?
Applaud her own uncanny ability to undo any semblance of order you had in your home?
Awaken waaaaaaaay too many times during the night because she's spitting out the 40 pieces of food and more interested in the passing breeze and biting your nipple during the day?
Sounds like everything is just perfect.
[Photo via Joy Unexpected]