My kid is busy.

I brought her to one of my doctor's appointments once upon a time. As my doctor was inching out the door, she said, "Good luck with that!" That being my hurricane of a toddler, juggling tongue depressors while checking her weight and eating Cheez-Its.

She doesn't stop. She's got a lot to say. She literally wakes up, pushing from horizontal to vertical and yells, "Morning, Mama!"

That's some awesome sauce.

At the end of the day, I am so exhausted from answering the same questions in different ways, from giving horsey rides and picking up blocks, I can barely leave the couch and have now dubbed it the Kendra Stanton Lee Memorial Couch of Lazeabouts, so lazy do I become on yon davenport.

Here's a glimpse of my girl on the go.