The Baby

Maybe it's because I know she is our last little one, or maybe it is because she looks so much like her daddy, but the munchkin has managed to avoid the time out corner amazingly well considering the amount of trouble and havoc she wreaks. Haven't seen the baby in two minutes? Our littlest one is most likely to be found standing naked at the top of the stairs, a trail of pilfered organic rice milk chocolate chips melting behind her, or hiding behind the sofa quietly eating veggie booty from her brothers lunch box with the poodle, not realizing they will both be sick as dogs (no pun intended) within the hour. Left unattended for a split second, she will crawl up onto and jump down from the coffee table, paint the poodle with stashed purple finger paints, throw the car keys in the trash and move the checkbook to the recycling. Off all three she keeps me on my toes the most. She will smack her big brother, grab the toy she wants from his hands and then run from the room crying as if he did something that should merit and apology to her! With five seconds to spare she will waddle past her ever growing pile of toys and head straight for the dvd player, pennies in hand, a live commercial for all those Right Start baby proofing items we never needed for the other two. My neighbor once noted "if she wasn't your last she might be your only" as she watched me chase her down the block. I can't even pretend to deny it, the baby kind of owns us all right now...it's a good thing she is so sweet to us.