Diaper Dolly is at it Again!

That's my girl, standing on her tiptoes and opening the basement door.  I tell you, NOTHING is safe around here now.

(On a side note, I have discovered that one of her top teeth is cracked right down the middle.  I watched as it came in over the last few weeks and it was cracked even when it first appeared.  All I can think of is that nasty fall she took down the stairs on Christmas Eve.  Bummer.)

Anyway, now that our sweet Marianna can get to the basement on her own.  Here's what she has to get into look forward to:

Affectionately known as The Swamp, this is how my oldest three live. 

DISCLAIMER:  This would be considered clean by those who claim it as a bedroom.

Timothy's Brudie Ensemble

See those innocent-looking pizza boxes.  They have been residing in the basement with who knows how many crusty leftovers hiding inside.  Could be days, could be weeks.  Everyone around here knows you enter The Swamp at your own risk, everyone except our sweet Marianna.  The solution would be a door....simple, yet effective.  Hmm, which of those three brawny young men is up to the task?