Holly can really get around the house these days. She's quite skilled with the kitchen chairs. She can get them anywhere and can get into anything and she loves it. Me? Not so much in love. Last week, she decided to help herself to some chocolate zucchini bread (made by a friend) that was on the countertop. I was in the office and I came into the living room/dining room because Holly was letting out exclamations of "YUM!" She was throwing her head back and saying "yum" like the zucchini bread was the best thing in the world. It was really good, so I don't blame the kid. At least she parked herself in her seat at the table right?