It takes Grace less than 15 minutes to destroy my workspace by flinging a combination of her toys and my tools all over the floor.

She does this while buck naked.

Then she goes downstairs and does it again, with more toys, DVDs, dishes–whatever she can get her hands on.

All of this mess-making is broken up (to keep it from getting dull) by intermittently climbing on my lap, beating me about the chest and head, and demanding “mulk.”

Because she is driving me batshit insane today, I have spent a not-small amount of time gazing lovingly at her baby pictures. LOOK AT THIS.


That’s maybe six days old. Compare and contrast:



(I would show a picture of the destruction she has wrought, but it is too horrifying.)

(You’re welcome.)

P.S. She has now won her way back into my favor by asking me to remove the halters from two Playmobil horses and making them kiss each other repeatedly OMG.

2 thoughts on “Trashed

  1. Nana

    April 5, 2012 at 9:28am


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