Seriously now

I know I've said this before, but I'm going to say it again: I'm done with age one. Seriously. The destruction, the impulsiveness, the non-verbal yelling, the five second attention span, the constant climbing on the kitchen table, the octopus-like creature that refuses to sit still for a millisecond in order to get dressed making the process seem infinite, the chewed food that's been spit out all over the house. It's. Driving. Me. Insane. And, boy, it's a really effective form of birth control.

Blinking: it gets me every time.