Tallying up the Carnage...
Its been 5 hours and so far this Holy Terror on two feet has:
Crumpled a black and white photo of her mother's Great Grandparents
Broke a picture frame
Cut her finger on a dryer vent I was trying to install
Was eating the dogs dog food (I think she was telling me she was hungry)
Left me 3 soaking wet diapers and one really stinky one
Man this babysitting thing is not as easy as it sounds. I mean just look at her. Sure she looks all cute and innocent feeding her baby a bottle in the picture, but behind that 23 pounds, 31 inch high frame their lies a young woman who is scheming, pondering, planning her next reign of holy terror. Man I cannot believe I actually wanted her to learn how to walk. Now all I do is chase her around and try to prevent one catastrophe after another. The only reason I can type this now is because she is strapped into her booster seat eating lunch.
Well 4 more hours till Mom gets home. How much damage do you think she can inflict in that amount of time? Maybe not much, I found some 3 pound ankle weights for exercising that should keep her from climbing on too much stuff.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"