we should have named her Kali

oh the baby is indeed an incarnation of kali, the goddess of destruction.  now that she can stand, she removes all she can reach from any surface.  her toys, beginning neatly stacked in the living room, become instantaneously spread over the floor into the dining room.  her bedroom, upon her entrance, becomes strewn with clothing, formerly neatly stacked.  when she plays in my room, all cabinet doors are opened and each dvd is removed from its case, every wire within her reach is pulled, drawers are expanded to their maximum level of openness, books removed from the bottom two shelves in the bookcase, and she sits among the wreckage and laughs.

so i laugh with her.


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