The Wild House

I know that we only have one child, but even still, our house can get really wild. Crazy things happen around the Cohen casa, and I occasionally have the presence of mind to whip out my camera and try to document them.

Take, for instance, one of the biggest reasons Lucy is so excited for dada to get home in the evening and why she asks for him all day long. His seemingly boundless energy.



While by 5:30 I'm just about drained from a day with Lu, Joel walks in the door and within seconds Lucy is being swung around in his arms, wrestled with on the bed, or being give a ride in a plastic box.



Isn't she a lucky gal? She tries to imitate the fun with her stuffed animals, but really it's more fun when you're the pushee.




Also, there are the odd places that my child decides to plop her derriere when she's tired. (Lucy will probably kill me when she's older for posting such an unflattering picture. Or maybe she'll be able to recognize the humor in the situation? Let's hope for the latter).




And of course, there's your daily dose of kitty torture. Whether it's giving her gentle pat-pats:





Or attempting to balance plastic cups on her head:

This poor cat takes it well. Only the occasional scratch has happened, and it's definitely not enough to stop Lucy from playing with her beloved kitty.

And then, of course, there's reading time which, since there are no chairs Lucy's height, sometimes happens in the carseat when it's indoors:

And lastly there has been Lucy's favorite family tradition to date: Advent chocolate.

We're not sure how much made it in to her mouth, to be honest:

All these things and more make my day-to-day life very interesting and wild. And I love it! Bring on the wild house.