...chasing Madeline off of every and any conceivable climbing structure we have in the house.
Eventually she fell off her little desk directly onto her noggin and cried epic baby tears. Then she wore two plastic bowls on her feet and skated around the kitchen a few times while I was making dinner. Then she dumped the entire contents of her juice cup onto her chair and splashed her feet around in the puddle while she precariously perched on the armrest. Then she used a leftover Easter balloon she found behind the dryer as a yoga ball and rolled across the floor on top of it. Thankfully, it did not pop and is now in the trash.
A week ago, Eric entered the kitchen to find that Madeline had emptied the entire contents of her drawer and was sitting comfortably inside it. Sadly, Eric is a good father and he took her out of the drawer instead of standing there taking pictures like I do.
This also happened last week:
At least she chose the "Color Bible" to decorate...gotta give her that.
Just when I was ready to tear my hair out after discovering that she had ripped every single page out of her pop-up book, she said, "I lul yoooooooou," as I put her down in her crib this evening.
Heart. Melt.
This is why you get away with this nonsense, Madeline.
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