...only she forgot to turn two before she actually became a two year old.
Our youngest sprite has been a cyclone of smiling destruction lately. She gibbers happily (she refuses to say any actual words) as she climbs on everything and tears the house apart bit by bit. She hauls chairs or empty toy boxes to whatever she can't reach and manages to scramble her way up to everything she isn't supposed to touch.
|This is the disappointed face of a little girl just pulled off the kitchen counter.|
She was also blessed with the gift of stealth (whatever fairy bestowed that little blessing deserves a kick in the pants) so we often don't hear what she is doing until disaster strikes. Entire bags of cereal dumped on the floor, shattered dishes from the sink, cds and dvds deposited in the toilet, shampoo bottles emptied onto the carpet...it has been fun at our house.
Thankfully she is adorable (when she isn't wreaking havoc) so we'll keep her around...for now. Growing up is definitely an adventure. I'm awfully glad that I get to share it with these little people.