Elliott has most certainly reached that "in to everything" phase. My house frequently looks like a tornado just came through it, and for once, I don't care. It's too exhausting to pick up every random thing he finds, carries, and drops around the house, windex away every tiny hand print on the glass, or to repeat "no no" and "don't touch" 42,000 times a day. So, I'm stopping to enjoy it... because he won't walk around the house with a colander on his head forever.
The things that seem like annoyances now, will be the things I miss most one day when my house is quiet and empty.
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