breaking free

Some days I feel freer than others. Did I mention this was a very stressful week? It takes its toll on Bella, who rarely sleeps when the house is in turmoil.

So we run around in the rain. In mama's flip flops.

And spit on the ground where mama won't care. (And I try to turn my head when I see her licking it up after....)

And scream inside bowls just to hear the echo.

And get dough in our hair, because why not.

It's good to be free to be two.

(and good to be free to be scatterbrained because i just realized i didn't edit any of these photos. oh well.)