{and so it begins}

She's hiding her face because when you're 1, if you can't see people, they can't see you.

Last week, Olivia decided it was time to start being destructive.  I was walking through the house trying to get everyone rounded up for park day.  I walk past Olivia's room and see her walking out.  When I peered in, I noticed Amelia's bottom dresser drawer standing open with the contents nicely unfolded and strewn about the floor in front of the dresser.  

Hmmmm.  And so it begins.  

Not kidding, a short 3 minutes later, I walk into my master bathroom and find half of the roll of toilet paper unraveled onto the floor.  

Goodness child...you could at least ease me back into this stage slowly.

{b.i.f. twelve}

Every morning Amelia literally stumbles out of bed and into the kitchen. I can always tell it's her coming down the hallway: shuffling of feet, a knock or two into the hallway walls because she's still half asleep, and shaky bunny rattling softly the entire way.

I don't know how I'm going to cope with her growing up.  Her 4 year old self is just so much fun.