Chaos

Our house is in a state of chaos these days.  Izzie is constantly opening, closing, emptying, dumping, relocating, rearranging, throwing, organizing...You get the idea.  If it even resembles something with a loop it is a necklace and goes around her neck.  She ends up with quite the wardrobe these days.  If she can sit in it or on it or by it, she will--regardless of the comfort level.  If she can fit it in her mouth, that's how she will carry it (I'm still not sure where this came from...).

But most of the chaos is due to book explosions you will find in at least three locations on any given day.  The options are to get rid of my books (gasp! not an option!), to torture my daughter by not letting her play with them, or to just roll with it and spend my days tripping over paperbacks.  Not surprising, you may have guessed we have currently chosen option 3.  Please don't judge when you come over to our house.  There will be books everywhere--front entryway, dining room, living room, hallway (all places books are currently flung in my home), etc..   It doesn't matter how often we pick them up and put them back (with Izzie's "help" sometimes).  It takes 2.5 minutes of being home for them to return.  Hopefully there is some osmosis happening while she's flipping those pages and she'll turn into a genius who can buy me a house with a beautiful library someday...

She loves a classic World War II novel.

Wearing an apron, holding two sippy cups,

sitting on the bathroom floor.  Duh.

 One doggy purse + 6 necklaces = Ready for Vogue

Return of the doggy purse necklace.

And a wire basket seat.  Comfy.

C. H. A. O. S.  This seriously took 16 seconds.

 (Somewhere, wherever he is, LeVar Burton is smiling.)