Toddlers, they are messy creatures. I had forgotten.

Audrey seems to have become a full-fledged toddler overnight, what with the walking and the trying to use baby signs and the babbling at us in frustration (“I SAID, ma ma ma ba da ba! Don’t you people listen? Whaddaya mean you can’t understand me? Waaaah!”).

And my, can the girl make a mess. Anything in drawers, on shelves, or otherwise within her reach, she’s happy to relocate to the floor for you. I’m not even sure there’s any point in picking the stuff up, since she just pulls it all back out again. Better to live with kitchen-towel-covered floors, if you ask me. Which you didn’t. Just consider it a lifestyle suggestion. Mm-hmm, that’s right. Who needs Martha Stewart when you’ve got me, telling you to leave dry goods strewn over your carpets?

Yeah, that’s about what I thought.