Mayhem achieved, boredom relieved.

My daughter has turned into a mayhem-machine virtually overnight. This morning I took her out of her PJs, changed her diaper, and left her to play in her room while I rinsed out the poo. (We use cloth diapers at the insistence of my economical husband) The freedom of wearing only a diaper must've made her a bit giddy, because I soon heard her cackling with laughter and babbling like a maniac. I walked into our bedroom where poor Jason was still trying to sleep, and I saw that Lucie had grabbed the ceiling fan remote control from the nightstand, turned on the light, and was turbo-crawling in circles while making as much noise as possible. I asked her what she was doing, and she stopped and waved, giving me the most mischievous smile I've ever seen on a 13-month-old.
Later in the day she emptied a laundry basket onto the floor, yanked her books off of their shelves, and pulled all of my Tupperware out of a kitchen cabinet. Then, at the grocery store, she kept turning around and dumping the canned green beans onto the bananas. Finally, on the way home, she manged to pull a grocery bag right up to her, pull out the bread, and she began squeezing it into a bread ball. This girl is going to be trouble. She can barely walk more than two consecutive steps, and she is already keeping me on my toes.

I'm in ur liberry, de-alphabetizing ur bookshelfs.