When Eliza isn't hiding our only set
of van keys in her pink cowboy boots,
or dropping Mama's glass mixing bowls
on the tile floor,
or knocking pictures off the wall
while standing on the roof of her playhouse,
or throwing all her toys in the trash,
or sitting in the toilet (yes, in the toilet),
or yelling everything at the top
of her lungs instead of just saying it,
or injuring herself in any number of
countless ways, or spreading joyful frivolity
and the contents of her diaper
throughout the house,
she can usually be found doing this:
5 comments:
:)--Cute post.
write a book Holly. Everything you write touches my heart.
Can we say personality!? She is adorable... hilarious... and from some of those descriptions, I am glad she is not mine but I am sure I will be coming to you when I have one... which may be sooner than later!
You have such a way with words. I know I can always come to your blog for a smile and a better outlook on those little things that add up quickly to make a very bad day!
Holly, I thought I had already commented on this, but I don't see it...she's a precious angel, just like the other girls.
And I enjoyed the rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" too. Thank you. ♥
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