I love my baby girl. However, she acts more like an out of control mack truck than a gentle lady.
She is freaking crazy.
She is an extraordinary climber and spends most of her time on top of tables or counters or climbing bookcases. I am terrified she will get hurt and break something. She just laughs.
She doesn’t break. She breaks my stuff.
Last week I found her on top of the back of our couch, ripping the stands off the back of our photos. She destroyed the crytal frame that hekd our wedding photo. I found her and felt a pit in my stomach as I saw the destruction.
Then, she climbed up the china cabinet and a door came open. She climbed down and must have known what I cared about the most. She went for the wedding china and thre two of my tea cups on the ground. They broke. My heart broke a little too. I don’t get attached to stuff but I don’t have many fancy things and I love my wedding china. She didn’t even hug me when I cried. She was a little scared and when I went to hug her she started laughing.
Today we were hanging out and she pointed to my wedding album. The kids love to flip through it and are always super careful. I took out the album to look the pictures with her. She did not like me turning the pages. She threw a hysterical fit and ripped the picture on the cover of our album. Her wild arms clawed at the album and she was satisfied with the ripped picture.
Now she is eyeing my wedding rings and trying to pull them off my fingers. I don’t know what her dastardly plans for my rings might be, but at this point she can have them over my dead body. First the rings and then what if she went after Ross?
This little girl has an eye for destruction. Sophia is hiding her vaulables (read: her lip gloss) and I totally get it.
Sheesh, she better hope I do not hold a grudge when goes to plan some big fancy wedding. At least she has a long while to make it up to me. Hopefully a VERY long time.