Kid, You're Ridiculous

It's a phrase heard often around these parts.  Let's face it, life with a 1 year old is quite entertaining.  Yesterday, Ava was that kid at daycare.  The kid who poops, sticks her hands in her diaper, and then smears the poo on her clothes.  Awesome.

Tammy had to strip Ava down and give her a sponge bath and then?  Ava was relegated to the spare clothes.  The clothes that parents bring as extras for their own kid, but somehow in the mess of pants and shirts, it becomes a free for all and you never know what your child may go home wearing.

At first I thought she looked kinda cute.  The shirt is probably 3 sizes too big, and hey, it may be an undershirt, but at least there's no poop on it.

But as the shirt came untucked and she pulled her barrette out of her hair, well...what do you think?

Kid, you look ridiculous!

And it got me thinking about other ridiculousness in our lives since Ava has become a toddler. 

Toilet paper as a toy?  Sure.  It's great to push around the kitchen!  And please note the cat sitting in the basket in the background.  Nice.

Attempting to walk around in Dada's shoes?  Not surprising.  Yes, almost all kids do this at one point or another.  But Ava is a tad obsessed with shoes.  And apparently her orange croc wasn't going to cut it this time.

Where's the milk?  Your guess is as good as mine.  She goes over to the fridge, whines, says "yeaaaah" when you ask her if she wants some milk, and then she carts it all over the house without really drinking from it much.  Sometimes it's left on the carpet.  Other times it takes a ride in the stroller.  Today she put it on the windowsill.  At least it was easy for me to find!

Stroller Olympics anyone?  Ava pushes this thing all over the place.

Hey, she's got important stuff to tote around.  Like a dolly and a doughnut.

I love that she does what she wants.  What if we all acted like toddlers?  No inhibitions, the freedom to say how we feel - or at least stomp our feet in frustration, which actually does feel pretty good (yes, I've done it when frustrated as an imitation of Ava, and surprisingly, it helps), everyone else would take care of our needs, and we could spend the day putting bracelets and plastic pieces of pizza in our play oven, reading books by turning pages at lightning speed, and giggling uncontrollably at people who make silly faces at us.  We all need more ridiculousness in our lives.  I'm glad Ava brings some to ours!