Little Weirdo

As tough as this stage can be, it's fun, too. I walked into Raegan's room yesterday morning to find her buck naked. I've never seen her take off anything more than a shirt here and pair of pants there. Suddenly she figured out how to take her footie pj's off and toss those, along with her diaper, overboard. I was laughing so hard, I almost needed a diaper myself. (No accidents or poo painting to report, thank you!)
We had a few glorious days here and we spent a lot of time outside. My daughter is a goof. Exibit A:

And Exibit B:

Yes, exibit A was the place where she had been licking the table through her sand pile. Ew. She loves to eat sand. She relishes the crunch and grit between her teeth. Such a little weirdo. Although her mom isn't much better. I am beyond ecstatic when the knife block is full. I do a little dance when I empty the dishwasher and slide the missing knife into it's slot. I was folding laundry today when I found the pair of socks I wanted to wear - or rather, one of them. I knew its mate was in the basket somewhere, so I slipped it on and kept folding. I didn't find the right sock as fast as I'd hoped and finally dug through the basket in a panic looking for it. I was so relieved when I found it and slipped it on, you would have thought I'd been offered a cool drink after wandering the desert for a year.
I also seem to think we live in Alaska and dress Harper accordingly for backyard outings:

Ah well. I guess there is a little bit of weirdo in all of us. How about you?