It was a quick visit. It always feels like a tornado has swept through the house because literally, it has. An Indigo flavored tornado. One forgets what “they get into everything” means until you’re once again introduced to the world of a two year old.
I always go through the house before her arrival to make sure I’ve put away anything she can hurt herself with or that I actually don’t want eaten or smashed or hidden somewhere never to be found again but there’s always stuff I’ve overlooked. She’s the best at finding things!
and cute as a bug!
One of the first things she grabs are the blocks. It’s a ritual. She stacks them and then claps and waits for applause.
Frank is crazy about her. He was super sad when she left. He was heartbroken.
I was too a little bit.