Waiting for our friend to arrive for lunch...Susannah has spent the better part of the past two days trying to successfully put on Rylie's harness. This poor tolerant animal is so "tortured" (in the lightest, remotest definition of the word!): not only does our 21-month-old run around the house with her baby stroller (she calls it her "strollit") with the sole and declared intention of "chasing Rylie," she now puts the harness over Rylie's head...around Rylie's nose...on Rylie's tail. And when she's gotten the harness to a point that it doesn't immediately fall off, she happily declares, "Goo-girl, Rylie. Wear it harness!"
"Oh wow! Mailman truck coming!"
"Mommy see it...mailman truck!"
Break's over, Rylie. More practicing to do on your harness installation...
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