Nora was really quiet for several minutes, and I just went into her room to check on her. She was standing up on top of her changing table, had turned on one of the lights next to it (there's a standing floor lamp next to her changing table—it turns on by turning the little knobs on the backs of the lights), and she had pulled several of her clean diapers out of the top drawer of the changing table/dresser.
She is a serious, hardcore climber, and it's probably going to kill me. Or her. Or both.
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