Officially.
I was cleaning the laundry this morning. Deepti was cleaning upstairs. N was in between. Literally.
I heard a "maaa..." noise. As I walked around, and Deepti descended from upstairs we found out that N was not a baby. She's officially in (or officially approaching) the terrible 2's.
She had managed to get her head stuck between the bannisters. Not a baby anymore.
This followed the adventure at dinner last night and opening an "Up and Go" carton during the week using nothing more than a straw and determination, resulting in aforementioned Up and Go being down and splattered all over N's clothes and face.
Not a baby anymore.
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And the second half of the story..?
The banisters needed to be cut with a saw? Naina needed to be greased up with Vaseline? She's now wearing a wooden necklace wherever she goes?
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And in other news, Blogger is asking me to type in the word "mingin" to verify that I'm not a bot. Nice.
Nothing quite as emotionally tormenting as being called "Bannister head" for the rest of her life. I had to push her head upwards to where the gap was larger and she slid out painlessly.
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