Isla walks, eats dog food, and has really long fingernails.

-Isla is walking 98% of the time now, which is just crazy for me to wrap my mind around! My little baby...not even 11 months yet should not be walking! She only crawls if she has to get somewhere fast...like if she sees a weakness in my security barricades, she bolts! Anyway, earlier today I was in the kitchen getting breakfast and around the corner walks Isla with a huge smile on her face. I realized at that moment that I have a big girl now, not a baby! I know I say that all the time...but I just can't get over it. In order to get into the kitchen, Isla had to move the pack-n-play (which I use to block off the entrance to the kitchen/dining room). She has learned to pull it just enough to give her a tiny bit of room to squeeze though. Smart kid.

-Yesterday Isla ate dog food. Well, she didn't actually digest it. She put a handful in her mouth and you should have seen the disgust on her face when she realized that Torii's food is not yummy. Priceless. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and the let dog food fall to the floor. Ever since she started crawling, I had become super paranoid about her choking on dog food. Since we leave Torii's bowl full all the time, I knew it would be a matter of time before she got into it.

-Now that Isla is walking, she follows me everywhere. Normally she doesn't even like me sitting at the computer and she tries to pull herself up and touch the keyboard. She screams when she isn't able to pound her little fingers on the keys. Right now, she has been reading books for a good 20 minutes, which is a nice little break for me. I love being home with Isla...but I have a hard time playing with her. I don't know what to do for hours and hours each day! Play time is not very fun at this age...I can't wait until she is older so we can play dolls, barbies, and do fun crafts. Earlier, we spent 15 minutes or so taking turns putting the little dump truck driver in our mouths. Back and forth. Woooo!!

-Isla refuses to hold her bottle or sippy cup. I have tried everything I can think of to get her to use her hands. I will hold the bottle and then let go. Instead of holding it, she will grab the bottle and throw it on the floor! Then she screams. She prefers me holding the bottle so she can stick her fingers up my nose and mouth. After she cut the inside of my mouth this morning, I realized her fingernails are longer than mine. I better get on that...