SAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!

In the past few weeks, Sam has managed to break:

- her floor lamp (glass shade, it figures...shattered that one all over her carpet)
- one of my big 12 ounce drinking glasses (shattered that one all over the kitchen floor).

She also gets into the Tupperware cupboard, saucepan drawer, and laundry basket. Today I had to keep her from crawling on the pool table (Alex has been playing with the pool balls and left the step stool next to the table). She has also gotten into the fireplace, and thrown about the bits of fluff that are supposed to help the ceramic log radiate heat. (At first I thought it was a REALLY big dust bunny, but nope).

I'm trying to be vigilant and have a glass-free three foot radius around this kid. But it's hard. She's quick, determined, and mean. (Just like her mama...?) She frequently crawls over her brothers and parents if they're lying down on the floor.

Evan has nicknamed each of the babies.

Michael was/is (depending on the time of day and his craziness level) Captain Awful.
Alex is the Lord of Evil. (We still love him, of course...)

Sam shall henceforth be known as Destructo-baby.

Who'd have thought that we'd have to babyproof the house for the THIRD kid! You would think that as parents of two other kids, we'd have gotten adequate practice to prepare for her.

We didn't. I've got to stock up on plastic tumblers now.