
She has become this daredevil and climbs up on everything she possible can whether it is safe or not. I lost count on how many bruises this child has at any given moment from her climbing and ultimately falling. But she gets right back up and finds something else destructive to do.
As you are picking up, fixing something, putting something back she has messed with, She will be into something else and as soon as you call her name and tell her NO for the millionth time, if she has something in her hand she will throw it. Doesn't matter what it is, it gets thrown.

Don't get me wrong I love this child with all my heart, but this old granny just doesn't move like she used to. And Randi knows this and takes full advantage of this knowledge. Her mother (Morgyn) and her are living me at the moment and Morgyn is going to college and will be starting a new job next week. So I am the babysitter while she is gone. By the end of the day or when she takes a nap, which isn't for very long, I try and rest.
On a lighter note, I got to see the Senior pictures of my grandson Kharson. He is such a handsome sweet man. I can't believe he graduates this year. Time sure does fly.

