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Kaybree trouble maker

Kaybree, when did you become so dang funny?
I guess we've always thought everything you do is hilarious but now you're seriously, seriously funny. You make me laugh out loud all the time. You talk a lot. Most of it is still gibberish but you can definitely communicate when you want something and you're copying me and your dad more and more.
For example every time you drop something you say "Crap." It comes out more like "Cap!" but you get the point. It makes me laugh because I know what you're saying but I don't think the average person would pick up on it. You say it so automatically--just like we do.

Recently you've become quite the trouble maker. You're very good at saying "no" but most of the time you still do what I ask anyways--you just have to make it obvious to me that you're not happy about it.
Getting into the dog dish is the best example of this. You LOVE to play in the dog's water bowl. You'll step in with bowl feet and giggle at what a mess you're making. (You also know you're making a mess because if I catch you you'll say "Mama, mess!")
Yesterday I saw you going for it and said "No, no Kaybree." You gave me your best angry face and said "No!" but you still obeyed. 
I switched our dogs to a new dog food brand last time I went shopping and you saw me pour it into the big container in the garage. So now you've made it your job to refill their bowl with food. You grab handfuls and dump it into their dish. You have also decided it's yummy. Every chance you get you grab handful of it to go through in their dish, but you always save a piece or two for yourself and try to sneak it when I'm not watching.
The other day I came home from work and had to pump breast milk. So I let you run free and I went and set myself up with the pump. You came in to see me and showed me you had a handful of dog food. You also had a piece in your mouth. I laughed (how could I help it?) and I told you it was yucky and not to do that. You looked at me, put a hand up to shush me and said "I be back, k?" And you ran off. You returned with even more food in your mouth, prompting me to laugh even harder. And once again you put a hand up and said "I be back, k?"
You went and put the food away and I finished pumping so I could keep an eye on you. I think you only got a piece or two.

Shopping is a lot more difficult with two kids. A week or two ago I took you shopping at Winco. I needed to get supplies to make granola bars so I took you into the bulk food section.
For a little background, you refuse to ride in the shopping cart. You usually last only a few minutes before I have to hold you. Normally, even before Eisley came along, I end up carrying you through the entire store. I look ridiculous I'm sure but it's better than having you screaming the entire way. On this day, you decided you wanted to walk.
When we got into the bulk food section I was gathering bags of fruit and nuts and not paying much attention to you but when I looked down you had reached into one of the huge bins of little Hershey's chocolates and you were in the process of unwrapping one.
It was too far unwrapped for me to put it back so I was forced to allow you to have it and because we were in the bulk foods section there was no way for me to pay for it.
So I quickly finished up and tried to hurry out of the area before you got any more. I forgot there are more bins of seasonal chocolates on the way out. As I'm walking in a rush toward the exit and calling for you to hurry following me I watched you spot those chocolates, pick one up and shout "Mommy, yook!"
You did not get another chocolate, I caught that one before it was unwrapped but the look of excitement on your face when you spotted all those bins of chocolate was priceless.


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