Friday, September 14, 2012

Path of Destruction

In a rare moment of silence, while two children soundly slept, I took a phone call. A real phone call in which I could solely focus on the caller. Due to the ridiculous reception inside my home I decided to sit outdoors and sip my freshly brewed, French pressed coffee. It was all so peaceful... 

Unbeknownst to me, the three-year-old was not soundly sleeping. She was, in fact, creating a small path of destruction. After my 20 minute phone call, yes, just 20 minutes folks, this was what I encountered... 



 



Alas, don't worry. There was still a bright side to this trail of terror. The explosion of toys offered a perfect opportunity to play the clean-up game, which is another post entirely involving bribery and lost sanity...

1 comment:

  1. The similarities in our lives crack me up - I too have horrid reception in our house and I often sit outside with coffee from my french press to talk! How weird is that? But, my Maizie will soon be 14 so no more paths of destruction! Some of my art journals from 2001 (her third year) are covered in her scribbles and drawings. Enjoy it all now, it does get better, but I do feel sad sometimes thinking back on those days. They were hectic, but fabulous too!

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