You can't help but adore this child. At times, she is a tornado of chaos furious enough to make you want to rip out your hair. She goes from one thing to another faster than you can blink. You have just finished cleaning up one mess, turn around and there are three more. Her favorite is the salt shaker. Every minute of every day, there is at least a little bit of salt on the floor, and the holes of the shaker are plugged from her constant licking. It is a frustrating game she plays.
Then she speaks. Oh how her little voice can just make your heart melt.
She wakes at the crack of dawn, before her baby sister, and strolls into my room.
"Mom, it's morning! Look, it's a beautiful day! Wake up!"
If you should ever yell at her, she responds with, "Mom, are you mad?"
Once you let her out of time out, she comes at you all smiles, "Mom, are you happy!?" or "Mom are you not mad?!"
But my favorite is, "How I look?"
Anytime she puts on a hat, a dress, shoes, a sticker...anything, really...she comes and says, "How I look?" And then she laughs. Makes you forget all the messes and destruction.
...Most of the time.