Master of the Mess

Grace is a master at making all kinds of mess now. But I find it very hard to stay upset for too long. That sweet face melts my heart every time.


As I was trying to make our Christmas Eve dinner, Mike suggested he take Grace along with him while he ran some errands. I was excited to be able to focus on dinner without having to worry about Grace being underfoot. Meal preparation went smoothly and quickly. I didn't trip over any toys on the kitchen floor. I didn't have to restock the pantry with all the things Grace pulled onto the ground. I didn't have to divert little hands away from things little hands shouldn't have.

Dinner was made and the kitchen was clean by the time the two came home, but I had missed my little bugaboo something fierce. Turns out my time in the kitchen isn't as much fun without Grace to make things exciting.