Lady Harriet is One . . . and in Trouble

You can always tell when a one-year-old has been in the vicinity.

The mess combined with the wreckage. I've had three books ripped apart just this week. Timothy's thinking about solutions to the baby + book problem. I wasn't very vehement about him finding a solution until Harriet got her tiny, adorable, starfish hands on Quest for a Maid. Lady Harriet is darling, but there are limits.

I followed the path of mess to the kitchen looking for the culprit.

There she is.

I said, "Harriet!" with a bit of asperity, and she turned around.

Then she smiled, waved, and growled--her special way of expressing happiness.
No, she didn't stay in trouble.
Yes, she did get kissed and hugged and squeezed.

However, we are putting in childproofing in the kitchen for the first time in our married life. I usually like my baby having access to the container of lids. It is good, cheap entertainment. Unfortunately, my kitchen floor is so filthy (hey, I mopped this past Saturday--I have five small children) that I felt compelled to wash everything Harriet strew about. I don't have time to wash everything in the cupboard every day.

I'm sure she'll find something else to pull out, chew on, get into, and destroy. It's what one-year-olds do.

And as long as she keeps growling at me, she won't get into a speck of trouble for it.