Baby strikes again...

 The picture of innocence.

Right?

Not so much.

Get ready, Baby, because I'm going to spill all of your secrets.

Once upon a time the dining room bay window looked like this, 

with a beautiful white pedestal bird perched to the left.

Now I have to be honest, it already had a crack in the breast and a 'patch job' on the beak from when my handsome Mr. B...

...  knocked it over years and years ago. (Wasn't he gorgeous?)

So the bird that looked like this just last week 

(with the cracked breast and patched beak)...

... ended up looking like this. (Yikes!)

After a terrible glue job, it now looks like this. Not much better, I'm afraid.

Hopefully when I have more time I can do a better repair job.

90% of the time Baby is very well behaved.

(After all, look at the company she keeps!)

But the other 10% of the time? Oh, boy!

Baby knows she is not supposed to be on the counter. Does she look guilty?

I don't think so either.

From the time Baby was adopted at 6 months old...

... she was pushing all the limits!

Not much is safe from Baby when she gets into one of her 'moods.'

On rare occasions, valances have been pulled down.

But on a daily basis, runners end up on the floor.

What was once a beautiful, matching pair of vintage boudoir lamps...

... has now been reduced to a single lamp.

The beautiful pressed flower frame that holds a cherished photo of my mom at 4 years old...

.. is now shattered beyond repair.

Every year we wonder if we should put up a tree...

... and nobody's feet are safe in the bathroom when Baby is 'hiding' behind 

the shower curtain before her sneak attacks!

So if we could, would we change a single thing about her?

(photo altered with PicMonkey - link on sidebar)

Not in a million years!
(unless you count maybe being a tad more graceful :)

Have a great week, everyone.

I'm joining Brenda at Cozy Little House for Tweak It Tuesday and
Cindy at My Romantic Home for Show & Tell Friday!

Donna

It's official...

There will be no decorating this year...

... and Baby has been put in the Naughty Chair.

Hearing a ruckus in the living room, I rushed out to find you-know-who at the scene of the crime, looking around as though to say, "I wonder who made this mess?" Nice try, Baby, but I'm onto you...

My beautiful lace valance and rod were no longer hanging...

The shutters had been pushed open and the doilies inside the bay window were all bunched up...

Yup. I think it's safe to say that our Christmas decorations will be spending this year safely tucked away in the basement.

Baby, baby, baby... our little wild child....

In my next post I'll show you a few more beautifully illustrated copies of The Night Before Christmas that I came across this year (my collection is taking on a life of its own!)...

Donna