Once again the Curious Beau strikes again. Yesterday I had a photo shoot and the whole family came because there was a playground nearby. Matthew told CharLee to keep an eye on Beau while he lifted some furniture for me. Minutes later, Beau came over to us with little bloody hands, holding a broken glass bottle. . . . just happily playing. . . not crying. . . just happily cutting up her little hands. It wasn't serious but for sure a little startling. She just looked up at Matthew and said," Oh, Owwwwwie" with a smile.
Today I found myself making some Holiday errands , one of which was Roberts crafts to pick up some yarn to make some gift scarfletts. I did have little Beau with me. It is nice sometimes to be out and about with her because she is contained from mischief. . . either in a car seat or shopping cart, well usually. But this didn't work today and did not keep her from her little mischievous self. I was walking around Roberts looking at all kinds of gifts and things when I received a phone call from my brother Adam. Adam and I talked for a while as I looked at art supplies and paints. Adam also asked how the kids were and I went on to tell him how little Beau is so sweet but quite the destroyer of things. Then I glanced down at Beau and she had pulled a white acrylic paint off the shelf opened it and was pouring it all over her head and body. She also had my yarn torn apart and mangled. I just had to laugh, because just as I was describing this little one, she was in her act. I love you my little Beaustroyer.