So if you have or have ever had a toddler, you get this.

Why is NOTHING ever where it belongs anymore? It gets worse the taller she gets...

My makeup in daddy's shoes

My lipstick in Wyatt's bed

A vacuum attachment and kitchen rag in daddy's underwear drawer

Her block in the trash can

My lip gloss inside the guitar (this was after Josh had fished it out. She also drops the guitar picks in their regularly.)

Face inside my cake pan

Face and bubbles in my photo album basket (the Face gets around)

And this is the kicker. We gave away a set of unused speakers, and when I picked it up, it rattled suspiciously, so I started fishing things out.

2 pens, 2 markers, 2 pencils, a screwdriver, lip gloss, one of her peg toys and Wyatt's sock.

Does it ever end?

Yesterday Isabella and I spent the day at the Fort Worth Botanic Gardens.

All of a sudden, she saw something that sparked her interest.

The urge was overwhelming. She simply had to go investigate.

Ohhhhhh, this was even better than she thought it would be! Water!

HEY! What happened to the water?

Gasp! NOT COOL, WATER!

Wait a minute....it stopped.

Did I make it go away?

ACK! It tricked me!

*whimper*  Stop it, water! Stop it!

Ha! You can't get me over here!

*sigh* All better.

The end.