
Lauryn has many favorite past times. Speaking her own language, being her Daddy's constant shadow, chucking her sippy cup across the room and stealing pens, pencils, crayons and markers and putting her signature touch on paper, cabinets, walls, and herself. I found her with red marks on her face (and very proud of herself, I might add) but no marker in sight. I was scared to find what else she had painted, thinking it was a red Sharpie marker. Luckily it was a dry erase marker and it wiped right off. But still, what am I gonna do with that naughty nugget?!