Ivey has discovered that she can open doors. Drat. For the most part, normal doorknobs are still a little tricky, but can be done with enough work. The front door here has a level type handle, which is simple as pie for that little girl. We have to put a lock on it, but haven't found the right one just yet.
The other day, I had given both girls baths downstairs. I dressed Olive, but I didn't have a diaper or clothes for Ivey. I wrapped her in a towel, set her on the couch, and went upstairs to quickly grab the clothes. When I flew back down the stairs, the only thing on the couch was an empty towel. I yelled around looking for her, then I saw the door was cracked. I didn't see her out there. In a tiny panic, I went around to the back of the house. There, standing in all of her stark whiteness, was a very naked Ivey. It had been raining, and she informed me that she was "jumping in puddles" because it makes her "warm". .
Yeah. Doubt that.
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