The Girl Had a Craving...

It's happened. After 18 months of non-existence in our home, the day has come.

The day when my sweet Isabella ate out of the trash.

Before you gag, it wasn't that bad. In fact, I don't even blame her for what she did!

It started when I was making Leo's cakes. She kept telling me "mmmmmm" and "cookie".

She thought I was baking cookies. I then showed her the two round cakes and told her they were for Daddy's birthday.

After they were all cooled I frosted them. I made the mistake of giving her a lick of frosting. Now even more exaggerated "mmmmmmm" 's came from her.

After the cake was done, I pushed the cake as far back as possible knowing that she would stop at nothing to eat this cake.

I left the room to fold some clothes--leaving the laundry room door open where we keep the trash can.

I all of a sudden heard more of the same "mmmmm" 's that I had been hearing this whole time. I thought that maybe she had somehow gotten the cake--I wouldn't put anything past my little monkey.

Sure enough she had chocolate all over her hands, fingers, face.

She looked at me with her big brown eyes and told me much louder "mmmm".

I glance at the cake--no harm done.

I stopped to think...and then it hit me. She had dug her little hands into our trashcan in search of her one true love--chocolate frosting.

What can I say? The girl had a craving for chocolate and nothing would get in her way....