Litany of Woe

We bought these pink milk crates for Betty's toys because she was trying to chew on the wicker and it was very brittle. Of course less than 30 seconds after they were on the floor she pulled up on one of them, it tipped, and she fell headfirst into the crate with her feet in the air. And yes, I did laugh. Now they're tied to the bed so they don't tip, but I'm sure she'll find some other way to make them hazardous. Note also in this pic the attractive melange of snot and drool--not only does Betty have a cold, but she's cutting two gigantic front teeth. And because a sick, teething baby isn't fun enough all by herself, our dryer decided to break and one of Tessa's wounds from her fight with Lulu back in March 2009 opened up last week and may need stitches. Good times, good times.