So, I was going to do a sweet and heartfelt post about how my middle baby turned 18 months old yesterday. Complete with a cute picture of her, funny things that she says, and maybe a list of her favorite things.
However, this tragedy happened:
And gues who was the little culprit.
The fact that she uses the dog as a step-stool - entirely her own idea I might add - does nothing to soften my heart.
Happy one-and-a-half years, baby girl! : )