Puppy-ness

I'm listening to the jingle of my keys. Georgia is usually taking a night nap about now, but she wasn't sleepy tonight and is instead bringing me things from all over the house. Now she's settled in for some putting in and taking out of things from a plastic jar.



In the last five mintues it has been: three socks, two pieces of mail, a notebook, a foil sealed cup of applesauce, and a washcloth.



When I picked her up today she had a remote control in her hand and the sitter just laughed. Georgia walking away from the two older boys playing with a now remote-less train and didn't even notice "the walker" getting away with their loot.



Yesterday she was trying to by-pass the child lock to get into the cabinet with her Gerber puffs...

the girl knows what she wants.