Home grown Kneevil

I am seriously beginning to think she stays up nights thinking up new and exciting ways to be destructive, irritating and just plain bad.

Just now Jireh started blowing her nose onto her hand and rubbing mucus in Miriam’s hair, and gleefully laughing when Miriam squealed in complaint about the “yucky gross” Jireh was putting in her hair. She would run away giggling and then come back with another handful and do it again.
This, just moments after knocking over a container of pennies that Miriam had just painstakingly gathered up from the floor (why were they there again?).
Earlier she literally tried to push the 27 inch TV off its stand.
Edit: as I typed this she was locking a screaming soren in their room with the lights out.
2nd edit: When am I going to figure out that blogging is her version of prime time? oh yeah, and nursing, and cooking, and showering… never mind, I can’t give it ALL up…)

Seven weeks old

This is what we in the business call “milk-drunk”

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11 Responses to Home grown Kneevil

  1. rmromero says:

    Bay-bee-sitter. Or a cattle prod. Your call.

  2. mr_jargon says:

    Tabula Rasa or Original Sin….

  3. miriamel78 says:

    oh, the milk-drunk face.  I love it!

  4. holliep says:

    Adorable picture of Christina. So sorry about Jireh.

  5. tolovemercy1 says:

    I imagine that days like these are cherished more as memories. I love the nursing coma! How precious.

  6. miriamel78 says:

    But you sew such beautiful clothes for your kids!  I wish that I had the courage to do that….

  7. Momof2js says:

    Great nursing coma indeed. Try to remember Jirah in the same position, ha ha. maybe it will help. She really is amazing. These gifts and talents will take her far one day…

  8. sunlesssea says:

    Wow, what a little goblin! Jireh, that is. Christina is adorable!

  9. Milk drunk. Such a little peaceful look.

  10. So Jireh is your Lisa…lol

  11. Chris and I sometimes say that John (in his milk drunk) looks like a whino passed out in the gutter. Very happy.

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