15 May 2011
So my little Holly (or Lolly as she calls herself) is a regular stinker. She's got this wild curly hair that I can't tame. Nancy does a little better than I do, but she usually ends up looking like she just got out of a wind tunnel. She loves to play jokes on us and has a little bit of a temper. The other day I wouldn't let her get in the car to go to the Fathers and Sons campout with the boys. She was so mad at me that she put her blankets in her backpack with a bottle of water, took my phone, sneaked out through the garage and got two blocks down the street before I finally caught up with her. When I did she said, "Go away Mom!"
She likes to stand on the arm of a bench at the top of the stairs and look down at us. It's very, very, dangerous.

Relaxin' with wet hair on dad's pillow.

Holly LOVES to go for rides in the car.

We ran out of baby clothes (and barrels) so Holly had to wear a Little Einstiens drum.

This is my favorite. While I was grading papers I let Holly play with my graphing calculator. After a few minutes she gave it back to me with this message.
Oh dear, my sweet baby, what have you done?!