Today in Aubree’s World, breakfast was grain bars, a Pop-Tart, and strawberry milk — a triple win in her book.

She started her morning watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, she likes watching anything mickey mouse, even the old cartoons.

But as soon as it started raining? Aubree decided it was time for her latest obsession: the doggy door escape plan.
I’d be up on a ladder, working, and I’d look over just in time to see one foot halfway out the doggy door and her side-eyeing me like she knew she was caught.
She’d whine every time I told her to get back inside — like I was denying her a full rainforest adventure.

Meanwhile, her diaper was under constant assault.
She picked it apart until one side gave up completely on one and on another it was barely hanging on. She has no booty to hold them up, so when she picks them apart, they just slide off. Her favorite hobby is quietly shredding it like confetti and then flapping the pieces like they’re the best sensory toy in the house. And honestly? To her, they are.

She rotated through a few toys today:

• Her sea turtle (still the VIP)
• Her T-Rex dinosaur toy, which apparently inspired her to say “dinosaur” — but not like a sweet little voice. Oh no!
  It was deep. Raspy. Like a miniature demon was trying to crawl out.

She’s talked like that since she was two.
It’s hilarious… except when she does it in the middle of the night in the pitch black whispering “quack, quack, quack” or “e-i-e-i-o” like she’s summoning something from under the crib. Then it’s a little less funny and a lot more creepy movie vibes.

Of course, she spent most her time in the rocking chairs.
If her Mimi or Papa are in one, she gets mad and will sit there watching until they stand up. Then she swoops in before both feet are even off the ground. Girl has skills!

We keep saying when we move, we’re getting her her own chair — one that she doesn’t have to fight for. But with the move coming up, it just doesn’t make sense to get one now.

I am thinking about a sensory swing for her, though — one of those cool cocoon ones that hooks into the ceiling beam. I know better than to trust a freestanding swing with her energy level. She’d tip it over within five minutes.

Someday, I want to set up a full playroom for her and her sister.
A sensory-friendly space where both girls can just be.
But for now?
We’re in between things — between places, between setups, between toddler chaos and moments of quiet.

So today, she played like she always does:
With what she has.
With creativity.
With a little mischief.
And a raspy dinosaur growl.

Just another perfectly unpredictable day in Aubree’s World.