SHE IS THE CHILD WHO HAS MADE ME DECIDE I DON'T WANT ANOTHER CHILD

When people spend any amount of time with Cameron, they always say pretty much the same thing. Something along the lines of: "Boy, she is a busy one." or "She sure keeps you on your toes!" or "Wow, you must be really tired."

To which I say Yes, to all of the above. We have all developed the habit of doing ANYTHING within our powers to keep this baby happy. Even our other kids know to never, EVER provoke her. We have all been slapped, bitten, kicked, had our hair pulled and toys or other objects hurled at us. And the screaming! Oh, the screaming! This kid's temper tantrums are the stuff of legends.

I have started taking pictures to document some of the funny predicaments we find ourselves in because of this kid. Like, for example, when she made Baker push her around the house in this laundry basket for OVER AN HOUR. The poor boy was sweating by the end of it but whenever he stopped, she would scream hysterically. I finally saved him by bribing her with candy. (Note to future babysitters: Candy works every time.)

Then there was the night we had peas for dinner:
She eventually managed to get one pea broken up small enough to actually fit all the way inside her ear. Getting it out was loads of fun.


And, to make matters worse, she has learned to climb. She loves to make this couch-to-coffee-table bridge and then gets stuck like this and screams (have I mentioned the screaming?) until someone comes to get her down. I have also found her on top of the kitchen counter, laying across the second floor of Lauren's dollhouse, and attempting to scale the bookcase.

Oh, yeah, and we got a piano which we can never play because when we do, this happens:


At least I am going to save money on her Halloween costume.

Because, trust me, this face is scary enough.