Dr. Destruction

From the day she was born, I knew Isabel was going to be an extraordinarily active kid. I expected to be exhausted from running around chasing her all the time - but not this often already! It seems like she went from walking to running in a matter of days. Combine her quickness, eagerness (and ability) to climb any and everything and her nosiness (or inquisitiveness as her Great Granny likes to say) and you get pure and utter destruction.

When I say destruction, I don't mean that she literally destroys things. I mean that her characteristics (listed in the previous paragraph) lead her to actions such as: pulling out all of her toys and spreading them out across the entire house, climbing things like her little Pooh chair, falling off of things she *shouldn't* be climbing (her play table, etc.), getting into things that are forbidden to her, screaming at random intervals, and dancing around like the living room is her stage.

Perhaps the most irritating habit she has developed is throwing down her sippy cup when she's done. Milk, juice, water - the contents don't matter. She loves plucking the strings of our patience by directly disobeying this parental unit. One day she will get over the sippy cup throwing stage.

At the end of the day, she is still daddy's little girl.