I’m still amazed at what a strong baby Alice is. She still has the big chunky thighs of a baby but now they’re mostly muscle instead of baby fat. Alice had some night terrors last night, spending about 20 minutes crying and thrashing. It was a lot of work holding her so she didn’t fling herself on to the floor. She opens dresser drawers so that she can pull out all of the clothes stored in there. It’s really something if she’s got a messy diaper and doesn’t feel like having it changed.
Alice is also demonstrating her jaw strength by biting chunks out of the bouncy balls that are scattered around the house. I find them laying there, slices neatly excised by the razor sharp teeth and powerful jaws of of the local Alice-saurus. Apparently she only eats the tasty bits and leaves the rest of the carcas to rot.