Tight Squeeze

Joseline is a squealer. I mean – all the time. “Eeeee, arreeee, waaaaeeeeeeeee!” Squealing squealing squealing. It’s because she doesn’t talk yet, and I was lazy about teaching her signs because Vince talked so early – I just figured she would follow suit. Not so.

(I promise I’m repenting and attempting to teach her more signs and being serious about her using signs instead of squealing)

Most of the times, she’s squealing because she wants something, or because Vincente is bugging her. Other times she squeals because she’s having a hard time getting her way.

Or because she’s stuck. Like this:

The child gets stuck in the most random places (as seen above, inside the Little Tike play kitchen’s oven... er, hopefully she never does this with a real oven... – or as seen below, she has flipped this IKEA stool upside down and sits down all tangled up in the legs. On purpose! and then squeals at me until I release her from her self-inflicted imprisonment. Hello.)

 

Sometimes she gets stuck trying to climb up on the bench at the kitchen table when the bench is pushed under the table. Just the other day she climbed all the way on top of the Little Tikes kitchen. Oi. She gets “stuck” climbing down from things, too, because she doesn’t know the floor is 1/8” below her feet. *rolling eyes*