Strange Baby

See this perfectly sweet baby. This is one of the reasons I do not clean. Too much help. Every time she hears the dishwasher open she races her little booty over and climbs inside it.

No matter how many times I take her out when I turn around again there she is. I am tempted to open it up sometimes and just let her play there so I can get some peace and quiet.

When I first realized we were getting a porch I was so excited. I envisioned relaxing evenings on the porch with my feet up. In these musings I would be drinking a mint julep. (I would also know what a mint julep was.)

The reality is that when we are out there though I spend most of my time swatting hawk sized mosquitos and removing mulch from Shaye's mouth.

Now as far as parenting goes as much as possible I try to employ the "live and learn" approach to life. Instead of nagging about say...eating a triple decker hamburger before football practice in the 95 degree heat I just let the kid do it and then throw up at practice. Henceforth he will have to run more as punishment for throwing up on the field.

I tried to employ this method with Shaye. I figured that after putting a piece of mulch in her mouth she would realize it tastes yucky and spit it out.

Not so. Apparently she likes the taste of mulch and I can never relax on the porch as I always am having to intervene and dig soggy pieces of mulch out of her mouth. When I do she gives me the "stink eye". See above.

I tried yesterday do sprinkle cereal on the porch as a distraction. It worked for a little while. Not long.

Such is life I guess.

(Hey look I forgot to tell you. I got her ears pierced. I know some people object, but I think it is cute. So, I did it.)