Oh, Wild Things. <3 I say to Olive, "I'm gonna get youuu!" and she giggles and leaps away until she's around the corner. I sneak up on her, tickle her, then she turns around and chases me. My husband often calls down to see if we're okay; we cause such a ruckus.
(Oh, and she's been finding much humor in eating my chin, nose, lips, ears, fingers, arm-skin, etc... and she blows raspberries on me to get me laughing. I'll hold her by her torso and deflect mouth-to-face attacks by gently "biting" her ribcage, which sends her into FITS of laughter, which makes her attack me more - soon we're both just slobbery, hysterical messes... and it is the best. The. Best.)
Anyway. kb, get a chair! Problem solved. Just kidding, I'm sure you'll figure out a much more attractive and practical solution.
Litter box - ours is in "husband's" tv room - Olive doesn't go in there, and it's fun for me that it smells 'cause otherwise I'd be jealous of DH having a space all to himself. Oh, we're children.
Oh! More cute baby things:
DH said, last night, that Olive was standing before him with a pen. She held it, dropped it, looked up at him and chuckled, then squatted to retrieve it. She did it over and over again for several minutes. Then, DH picked up the pen for her, and she took it. She looked at it, looked at him, smiled, then handed him the pen! They passed it back and forth a dozen times. Is this the super methodical stuff you're talking about, Buko?