The child who thinks she has nine lives.

I’m not sure how to describe my youngest.

She is very needy.

She spends a lot of time at my feet crying to be carried.

And if she’s not in my arms, she’s punishing me.

After 11 years of marriage and five moves, we bought a new mattress. Not just any new mattress, but one that starts with temper, ends with pedic, and has a few $$$$ in between. (Best bed in the world by the way! I was having a little lower back pain sleeping on our old mattress if I slept on my side or tummy and that is totally gone now.)

Anyway, it arrived the week after Thanksgiving and within a week it looked like this.

Evidently that blank slate was too tempting for my little artist. It’s too bad that she’s not even old enough to be on the sweet side with her destructive capabilities like Malachi was.

Nope. Just plain old destruction.

On our brand spanking new bed.

Stay tuned, this series is not over. I have a few more pictures of what she’s been up to these past few weeks.

And, what I do not have pictures for somehow involves the potty. For example, the same morning she was an artist, she decided to help clean out the potty with a wipe. Oh yeah. She was elbow deep in the potty wiping it all up. I’m not sure why she was so surprised that she ended up in the tub with a quick and luke-warm bath?.?.

OR, I could tell you how our front hall got a little steam cleaning this past week. This impromptu cleaning occurred not because I enjoy it that much, but because our dear little took off her diaper and dropped a fresh one in the middle of the hallway.

And I think she’s down to six.