Hellbent on destruction

As I predicted yesterday, Lyla's hair was awesome this morning. There are wannabes all over Hollywood whose stylists work for hours to give them hairstyles like this.





Julie had a ton of work to do this weekend, so she left early for Panera this morning, and Lyla and I hung out. I tried to stack as many of her letter blocks as possible on the living room table before she swiped them down with her terrible hand. Lyla has not reached the stage where she wants to build things, to produce and create, to add to the world that which doesn't yet exist. Rather, she is hellbent on destruction.

But then I put her down for a nap, and she woke up to this:


Lyla was about to destroy it in a cacophony of rage, but then Julie came home and, hellbent on destruction herself, attacked Lyla's hair.