There are tuna cans in my bathroom.
Tiny ponies in my halls.
Did another pacifier evaporate?
Are these new scribbles on the wall?
How did my cushions get so dirty?
Did she color on them too!?
Eh, she's too cute to get to me.
Now, where'd she put that other shoe?
Ah, my sweet littlest agent of entropy. Lucy girl is keeping me on my toes...sometimes literally, as I step over the minefield of toys in the path. She is pushing two years old and trying out her will on a regular basis. It often takes more patience than I have to train her and respond rightly to her protests. Her tiny little "Noooo!" has become a common sound. It's still new enough to make me smile. And I'm probably indulging her more than I should as these are her last couple weeks as the baby.
I sure do love that little spreader of chaos and noise. She is a joy.
