All up in my grill.

While entertaining my niece with home movies the other night, I came across this gem. This is, in many ways, the essence of hanging out with a Rudy Toot all day. She is constantly in my face, on top of my knees or lap or stomach, or desperately reaching for my leg or hand. This can significantly restrict my ability to accomplish anything or even, to move. But she's also funny and friendly and so sweet. I just need to remember that the next time I'm trying to simultaneous reschedule doctors' appointments and load the dishwasher while she's wailing at my feet.