Busy Body.

If it's not the diaper bag she's digging through, it's J's laptop messenger bag. If she's not climbing onto her changing table to dump out the powder or glaze her face with vaseline, she's climbing onto the cupboard to help herself to a snack.

This girl proves day after day to be just as much a busy body as her big brother was. {Maybe even more.}

She changes clothes, by herself, four or five times a day. Everything these days is "I do. I do. I! DO!" Don't even think of trying to help because she'll take off the shirt to re-do it herself or close the book and begin again, whatever it is, she's on it and she's doing it herself.

She is full of bumps, bruises, scrapes, owies. She has something she needs a bandaid or an ice pack for at least once a day.

Tuesday was a doozy. She fell on the gate by the steps, clocked her head on the entertainment center and unsuccessfully climbed out of her crib. Meaning she tried climbing out and ended up toppling out. A THUD during naptime is never a good thing.

She is just proving to us that we haven't seen anything yet.

Miss E modeling one of the outfits she put together from the too-big-so-far, hand-me-down drawer. {With some ketchup on the middle of the shirt for good-measure!} You'll also notice she's got a battle wound on her cheek. This girl means business!

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