29th June 2010
I used to call her my little "wildcat" because her hair sticks up all over with static (poor kid, gets it from her mom), and she's ALWAYS getting into mischief!
Well, today I found her on the kitchen counter using our BIGGEST bread knife to scoop butter out of the tub and lick it off! She had moved the chair on which to climb, her shirt was wet with greasy dishwater, and the floor was a mess of crumbled crackers! I had thought she was being entertained by a movie so that I could have a few moments of peace and sanity downstairs...nope. She's crazy! Way more active than any of her brothers. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?
