No good...

After posting a small, but sweet little entry about how Clio celebrated her first birthday today, I apparently didn't paint a picture of how she was spending her day - this is because I didn't know until after work, how she had spent it.

I got a panicked message from Glen this afternoon, saying he couldn't find Clio anywhere. By the time I was able to call back, he had located her - she had locked herself in the outside toilet in the backyard. It sounds rather amusing, doesn't it? God knows how long she was locked in there, but Glen said she was never so happy to see him. However, the first thing she did was dive past him and promptly squat to do number twos! Hrm.

The weird thing about it, is today I was at work, wondering whether she was ok. You see, we've taken to locking her out the backyard to avoid her destroying my pot plants in the carport. Of course, I feel a bit shitty about it all now, because on top of that, she came into the loungeroom tonight and promptly vomitted. Poor little girl is now sleeping on the floor and isn't her usual bouncy self. Thankfully it wasn't a hot day today and she has had plenty of water etc. I would just say it's been an eventful and upsetting day.

Ho hum.