BAILEY!
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I walk out of the room for FIVE SECONDS and you somehow get into the thing with the greatest mess-making potential…
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“Look, Mom, I’m cleaning it up! See? See? I’m cleaning it all up!”
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“Alright, Mom, you got me. I can’t clean them up…are you mad?”
Sigh.
No, dear Bailey, I’m not mad. Shame on me for changing out the laundry and leaving you to your own devices, anyway. I should have known better. I think I will save my frustration for something much more aggravating, like the 1,000 times a day when you yank those rubber bands out of your hair.
“Like this??”
Yeah. Like that. (see the darn thing dangling right there between her eyes? hanging on for dear life…)
Now I’m officially frustrated. Good thing you’re cute, missy.
I know she is supposed to be in trouble… but how cute is she.
With those beautiful blues, how could you be mad?!!?
Seriously, could she be any cuter?! I think not.
I love this baby’s expressions! I don’t even have to see the pictures. I can just read the commentary, and know exactly the look on her precious face!