The basement was attacked by a toddler tonight. (Yes, we still have birthday balloons up.)
A speedy, short attention spanned, and adorably happy toddler blew through her toys like a tornado, leaving brightly colored plastic destruction in her wake.
I was attacked by a toddler tonight.
A slobbery, loving, and a little bit crazy toddler headbutted me and crawled all over my back showing me just how big she really is getting.
And then, though there is no photographic evidence, the sweet little toddler crawled up into my lap. She sprawled herself out with our tummies touching and her head on my chest, and listened to me sing while occasionally throwing her head up to look at me and smile.
Melt my heart, little toddler, melt my heart.
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