I took DD8, DS7, and DS4 to the library today for the kickoff of ReadQuest, the summer reading program.  They get to do a craft -- this year it was decorating "back sacks" -- and have refreshments (last year's refreshments were much better; this year was just bowls of M & Ms and pretzel Goldfish).  While they were working, I noticed the saying on a little boy's t-shirt:

My parents are exhausted

My first thought was, "We need one of those for DD2!"  She is our resident Houdini; I think she has escaped from the premises more times in the past two months than the other three have in their combined lifetimes.  I also think she has spilled and broken more things in her not-quite 2 1/2 years than any of her siblings have in their lifetimes.  She definitely keeps me on my toes.

Don't get me wrong:  I love her every bit as much as her three older siblings.  She is absolutely adorable, and I love her baby-ish sayings and mispronunciations.  Take, for instance, this past Thursday, when we were eating spaghetti (okay, technically lasagna noodles cut in pieces with a pizza cutter after the noodles were cooked, because I was low on spaghetti noodles ) and meatballs.  She asked for more "eatballs".  I thought that was soooo cute!  Sometimes, when I do something for her, she says, "Oh, dank you!" very enthusiastically, as if it's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her, which always warms my heart.  She is precious!  She just happens to be a precious-but-curious busy-body that probably has more opportunities to get into trouble by virtue of being the fourth child, and she takes full advantage of them!

Just writing about her makes me tired  -- LOL!