The Animal

I jokingly call Elliott my "Ellie-phant," but she really has been acting like a wild animal lately! Last night, I was putting laundry away in her room and weeding out all the clothes that are now too small. Kyle was changing the lightbulbs in our room which is right next door, so Ellie was going back and forth leaving a path of destruction! She was coming in her room and doing her favorite thing . . . pulling all of the newly folded and stacked clothes from the drawer. Then she would crawl into our room and go from the laundry basket of clean clothes to the dog toy basket and back pulling out everything she could get her hands on. Then she found a hair band under the bench at the end of our bed. The funny thing about it was that she would pick it up, play with it, then put it back under the bench. She did that several times. Kyle and I were cracking up because she has all of a sudden figured out that she can go anywhere (fast!) and she acts like a wild animal! It doesn't help that she loves to watch the dogs eat, play in their food, eat their food, and of course, play in their water bowl.

Here is what would happen EVERYTIME we feed the dogs (if we'd let it):

She crawls over and attempts to grab the food, but doesn't

because she's expecting me to say, "No, No!"
She watches Wylie leave his food bowl for a mid-bowl break.

You can't see here, but she's disappointed as Wylie returns.


She continues to watch Wylie eat and inches closer to the bowl.

Wylie loves Ellie, so he gives her a chance to dig in.

She does . . .

And Wylie and I watch in surprise as she eats the dog food.

(Of course, I immediately grabbed it out of her hand/mouth,

and only let her do it for the photo shoot . . . I know . . . bad

parenting all for the sake of pictures.) I LOVE the look on Wylie's

face here. "OMG . . . she really did it!"

So, there's a glimpse of my little animal. Of course, you'd never know that she can be like that in these precious pictures from Super Bowl Sunday.