Thwarting Mommy, Beta Version

Peabo is recently 9 months old, and definitely coming into her own in terms of personality and independent streak, not to mention curiosity. She is also clearly her father's child, as evidenced by her utter and complete fascination with anything remotely of the glowing box variety: computers, TVs, phones, remote controls, power cords. And no, I do not let her play with outlets or the live ends. Settle down.

I did let her briefly explore the non-active end of Gene's laptop cord, as I was sitting right there with her, and I'm trying to look at this as brief forays into scientific experimentation, and those should be encouraged. After a minute or two, I grabbed a small basket of toys and put it between her and the cord in an effort to distract (and make myself feel less like a complete slacker mom. Next I'm letting her out in traffic). She looked at it, picked it up, and put it to the side while peering around the side to make sure the really good toy was still there. Nine months old. Already figured out the "yeah, right, lady. Try again."

Send booze.