when you live with Caroline. [Warning: this post is picture-heavy.]
Take this, for example: stadium seating, Caroline-style.
A crayon in the living room during quiet time:
Thank God for Oxi Clean.
Caroline took it upon herself to fill Will's pockets while he was doing some tummy time. (Because what six-month-old doesn't need a maraca and a marker?)
Momma, I drew a long snake!
Yes, honey, you sure did.
This is what happens when Caroline dresses herself. Pajama shorts worn as underwear, under a bathing suit, with hospital-issued non-skid socks, plus Daddy's shoes.
This is a bag she packed so she could go see her uncle Jon in Japan. (That's right, Caroline, bring that teapot!)
This is the "barn" she built around Will. "He likes it, Momma!"
She was using rubber bands on a little peg board, and she'd been given strict instructions to NOT TOUCH THE FLOWERS. She swears she didn't, but, um, what's this??
Oh, Caroline, how I love you.