the putting phase

Mackenzie has what can only be described as a certain pixie-ness to her.  She's two, and therefore busy, but rather than the typical misdirected ADHD ramblings my kids were famous for, Mackenzie darts and dashes from one thing to the next more like a bee doing the pollenation dance than a toddler who can't decide if she'd rather put flowers in her belly button, her hair, or the beer tub, and whether to stash the coins in her pockets, Mom's bellybutton, or the measuring cups.  In the end, she decided to put her fingers in her nose, and dig into the Tupperware for the best coin containment unit, and all was right with the world.