Somehow Olivia has decided to ramp it up a notch lately.   Maybe it is the post-Christmas sugar let-down.  Maybe it is the four teeth that just can’t seem to make it through the gums. Maybe its the persistent ear infection.  Whatever it is, let’s just hope it is a phase.  Because I honestly don’t know if I can keep up when I am this humongously pregnant.  And, especially given the fact that in 6 weeks I am going to have another small little human who needs my constant attention (and ever present boob).  She is climbing EVERYTHING.  Turn around, and she has scaled the dining room table.  Blink and she’s pulled a spider-man and is on the counter.    Her second favorite hobby?  Emptying drawers.  Clothing drawers, kitchen drawers and cabinets, sock drawers, DVD drawers, it doesn’t really matter what’s inside, she prefers to have it on the floor.   I have to admit, she is pretty dang cute as she shrieks and runs from the crime scene whenever you hurry to stop her. 

I figured I had it under control until we went to the doctor’s office this week.  As I am checking them in, the girls ran over to the play area that consists of a small table and chairs and some toys.  I’m signing paperwork, 15 feet away from the toy area, when the receptionist says to me, “Uuummmm, I don’t think that is very safe.” She points over to the toy area and I see that Olivia has forgone the kids play area and has IMMEDIATELY scrambled up the waiting area chairs and is now standing on the corner table, hanging onto the table lamp with an enormous grin that says “Just try me, I can easily throw this to the ground.” And suddenly I have become THAT parent.  You know, the one with the crazy ass monkey children that you look at with one eyebrow raised, thinking “if those were my children….”  
And as I was pulling Olivia back down to planet earth, I realized that in several weeks I am going to have another newborn child to love and cuddle and discipline and instill with all of life’s lessons, you know, all those wonderful and soul consuming things.   And, I had a moment of complete, utter, and total PANIC.  I’m going to need my Jedi master bag-o-tricks for this one.