I have sorted, refolded, reorganized, & put away Isabelle's jammie drawer 3,
count them three, times in the last 12 hours. She has a lot of pajamas.
Because a certain Miss thinks she's a mermaid & changes her tail every five minutes (two legs in one leg of tight pajama pants equals a super sweet mermaid tail complete with flippers made of her two feet at the end). Anyways, because this mermaid wanna-be leaves her pajama drawer open, Mr. Texas Tornado empties it in about three minutes flat, scattering pajamas all over the house.
Most recently, after emptying the drawer, he then brings me the pajamas, a piece at a time, wanting me to put them on him.
Not to worry though -
even in pink hot pants,
Judah is still all boy.
Additionally, this young adventurer has moved on from climbing on tables (that is so conquered and over with), to scaling the armoire full of toys. He can get up, just not down.
And he still runs to mama to tend to his bruised little ego.