There is a reason why we call her a monster...Yesterday she took a red crayon to our tan couch, hit her baby sister on the head, refused to go in a time out (that took 10 minutes to get worked out). Later she found my makeup and got mascara all over her, the bathroom, and all over the rest of my makeup. Every five seconds she demands to be fed and throws a fit if we don't immediately jump up to take care of it.
Today she has been bouncing. She loves to bounce. She's been jumping up and down in the living room. I feel bad for our down stairs neighbors, it must sound like a herd of elephants.
She also kept knocking down the laundry baskets (that had all the clean laundry in them) so she could "swing". She lays down on them and rolls back and forth.
She also loved playing horsey with them. She'd sit on it and jump up and down. She was so full of energy today. I guess being couped up in the house for a week can do that to a monster. She is so much fun to watch (we call her a monster out of love. She is such a spitfire).
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