I hear ice and water hitting the kitchen floor, she’s at it again, pressing down the pedals on the refrigerator door, laughing so hard I think she might hyperventilate. It’s contagious and I start giggling too. I throw down a towel and take a picture to send to her Daddy at work. This is just one example.
Don’t get me wrong, she isn’t allowed to climb the stairs unassisted and there are baby gates and outlet plugs at every turn. I just don’t fear the mess, the dirt, or the stains of toddler hood. So we laugh and play, strip off our dirty clothes, and hop in the shower; and sometimes the clean up is just as fun as the mess making.