Heh.

It's not a good sign when you hear your two-year-old saying, "Help! Help!" It's an even worse sign when your husband responds with, "Okay, but first Mommy gets to see this."

Ben would not allow me to photograph the incident. But basically she climbed into her baby swing and got stuck. We haven't put it away, because we don't have anywhere to put it. Plus sometimes she likes to put her baby dolls (and the large stuffed Diamond Dallas Page doll) in it. And, evidently, she likes to try and put herself in it.

I am also convinced she's the female, real-world version of Stewie Griffin. Example: Yesterday, she awakened us at 5:10 AM with: "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy? Mom! MOMMYYYYYY!!" When Ben went to check on her (since it was his turn to do so) she smiled very sweetly and said: "Hi."

No word yet on whether or not she's plotting my demise.

I have an eye appointment in about an hour. Ben has to leave for a church function in about two. So his mom is going to watch Allyson until Ben's church thing is over. Which means FREE TIME FOR MOMMY! love it.