kids. i love 'em. i HAVE one, of course. but boy, once they start walking they turn into the biggest itches, the littlest twerps you've ever met. they cannot keep their little mitts off ANYTHING anymore. here's a list of ella's favorite toys (and notice that they're not any of the 5000 actual toys she owns): the cardboard toilet paper tube (after she's unwound the 1000 sheets of toilet paper); the dvd player (currently dismantled and stored in my closet until a suitable "entertainment armoire" can be found); the dog's water bowl; the dog's ears; the dog's eyes; the dog's tail; the dog's cornhole; the dog; the kitchen barstools; mama's "to-read" pile of new yorkers and food & wines (she totally ignores the pile of catalogs and old magazines i've put aside for her); maxi-pads; tampons; the glassed-front curio cabinet in my living room (soon to be turned around so she can't bang on the glass); the fireplace; the heating and air grates; the computer; the computer modem thingie with the reset button (fun for me); doors (which she shuts with her fingers in them); and the list continues to build each day.
soon our house will look like we're either moving in or moving out because i'm going to basically pack up everything.
good thing she's as sweet as a slice of pumpkin pie with spray whipped cream.
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