Messamaroo!

That's Victoria's new nickname. She lives to destroy all forms of neatness from block towers to folded laundry. Every morning she "helps" me unload the dishwasher, which consists of her grabbing out each piece of silverwear and dropping it as fast as possible. I try to catch them before they hit the floor and put them in the drawer.

In addition to these messes, we add every meal: Victoria will NOT be fed. She must feed herself and usually refuses to have her food cut up into bite-size pieces. She wants to hold her strawberry whole like the big kids. When she is eating something that absolutely requires a spoon, such as soup or yogurt, I get two spoons. I get a scoop of soup and she snatches the spoon from my hand and sucks the soup off. Then I get more soup on the next spoon and offer her the new one, which allows for me to take the first spoon without a screaming fit. It's quite ridiculous actually. But darn cute!
I must say I have a new patience for this stage of life. It's fun having my third child and realizing just how quickly each stage passes and that this messy stage will soon be exchanged for a new type of mess, until finally there are no handprints on my walls at all. It is my prayer that I can embrace their lives for what they are and enjoy God's gift of mothering these three precious children.

I ran to the grocery store to pick up just a couple of items and set the bags on the seat next to Tori. She was very quiet on the way home, but she usually is in the car. When we parked, I got out to find this:

She had gotten a yogurt out of the bag and chewed through the lid to get som of the yummy contents. Then she screamed when I took it out of her hands to get her out of the carseat. Let the tantrums begin.