Lydia is going to school!

the school of hard-knocks. She enrolled yesterday when she started pulling herself up on anything she could get her hands on.
First hour: pull up in crib and not know how to get down
Second hour: pull kitchen chair over on top of self
Third hour: repeatedly shut dresser drawer on fingers
Fourth hour: recess
Fifth hour: have brother bounce balls off your head
Sixth hour: see guidance counselor for new major

And...graduation! She did it! And she's happy.