Baby Godzilla

Any of you who have talked to me in the last few weeks have heard me call say that Julia is like "Baby Godzilla" these days.  She really is into everything and creating wakes of mass destruction.  She does it with an impish little smile and cute belly laugh, which is keeping her off the time-out mat for now.  Look here, she's all, "who, me?"

Eating dinner alone with the girls is especially hard right now. I don't have any photographice evidence, because who knows what would happen in the time I took to grab the camera, but my friend Kate captured it pretty well with her own little Waylonzilla.  

Ours goes something like this:
Samantha finishes moving the food around her plate and asks for more milk.
I turn my back and open the fridge to see that Julia is standing on her high chair leaning across the table with her hand in Elliot's glass.
She knocks it down, milk everywhere.
I go to the closet to get cleaning up. Julia goes to the closet to help.
I am wiping up milk that is dripping everywhere and Julia is now clearing out the tupperware drawer.  Piece by piece.
I redirect her to the living room and hurry to finish wiping the milk and shove the tupperware back in place.
As I close the cabinet there is a crash.
Julia has taken the Game of Life off the shelf.
And taken off the lid.
And dumped the contents (all those little cars & pinheads).  And is standing on the box, crushing the sides down so it will never close cleanly again.
I think I need to play with her.  So we "play" Life together.  She sits on the board, warps the spinner.  She gets bored while I am putting it away.
So she strips naked (-- taking off her diaper is her favorite thing.  Mostly because she is completely potty training herself.  We didn't start her potty training, truly. She did.  And she keeps her diapers dry most mornings, though she strips naked and takes them off about twice every half hour.) 
Which is extra fun when I am getting shoes on all the girls and Julia goes first.
Socks then shoes.
I turn to tie Sammy's laces.
Then zipper Elliot's jacket.
Then turn to grab Julia's hand to head out and realize not only are her shoes off, but she is naked as a jaybird, swinging her diaper around her head in victory.