Our Intrepid Explorer

So, now that Fiona's scooting up a storm and climbing the walls (well not literally, but I'm waiting for THAT day), she has realized that there are methods by which she is kept out of certain spaces. And she doesn't like that ONE BIT. Previously, we babyproofed the living room so that she could have the entire run of the space (which you know is quite large). You'd think that would be enough space, especially considering all the toys and paper to be found in the area, right? WRONG...on so many levels. So, Bill and I have had to open up the rest of the apartment to the Little Fiona Who Could. She now scoots like a bat outta heck down the hallway, into her room, and through the kitchen. We've closed off our bedroom and the office, but I imagine it's only a matter of time before she wants her all-access pass.

Getting to the real story...We're very good these days about picking up Buddy's food and water after Fiona's discovery that cat food is the BEST THING EVER. But this morning, I was getting Fiona's bag together for daycare and she was having a grand ol' time rolling around on the kitchen floor. I went to pick her up and got a whiff of...ONION. My baby had ONION BREATH! Where she found it...alas...Your floors are never as clean as you think.