Angry face

I console myself that every family has one of those children who can't keep out of trouble. Isabel is ours. I woke up this morning to completely reorganized condiments. Cream and coffee grounds in the coffee pot. Sugar in the honey pot. Farina cereal ALL OVER THE FLOOR. Not to mention the ashes she dumped everywhere the other day. And all the other things she does that I try to forget. Sometimes I want to be angry. I tell her that I want to yell at her, but instead we make angry faces at each other. And we all laugh. I know she is curious and can't sit still... I am so thankful that she sleeps or I would be a basket case. More so than I already am. I love my little mischief maker to pieces, but somedays its harder than others. ;)