I love my baby. Even when:

-she is covered in poop from head to toe. . . which she was on Thursday. Yikes!

-she throws a temper tantrum in Wal-mart. . . Sunday.

-she makes that hilarious face when she's "doing her business"

-she repeatedly tries to get into the cabinet with the pots and pans after being told not to

-she loves messing up the folded clothes when mommy is finished with laundry

-she refuses to take a nap because everything around her is too exciting

-she gets mad when mommy and dadda are talking to each other instead of to her



But what can I say. . . I can't stay upset with her. How can you be mad at this face?