Little Miss Grabby Grab starts each morning with a bowl of grabola, grabs herself a nap, grabs hold of a strap, or a diaper on the changing table, or my hair, or my keyboard…no wait, she kicks my keyboard as she flings herself out of my arms and nearly pitches to the floor.   Yesterday she flung herself out of the bed and landed with a thud and had me checking for concussions and blood and tickling her toes.   But mostly she just grabs things.

grab grab grab.   grab grab grab.   the grabby hands grab the brain and drag it forward.   or maybe its the other way around, but i’m pretty sure the hands are coming first.   I am trying to feed it, letting her grab toys and rattles and causes and effects.   Except when I’m getting kicked.

Alana likes to read

this mess, ironically, is not brought to you by the letter G

sometimes The Hands go horribly wrong