Molly

On the weekends, "Ma maaaa" is what she calls when she wakes up.  I looked at the clock and it was only 8:00.  That was the first I'd heard from her so she must not have been awake for very long.  After a few more pages from her, I got up and waddled into her room.

Oh my!  She had climbed from her bed to the top of her changing table and was sitting there with her legs crossed.  "Down, please," she said.  How in the world did she do that?  Just when I think I might have this girl figured out, she totally surprises me with something I never would have though of.  In addition, she had taken her pajamas off.  Oh my!

I got her down off her changing table and told her no.  I told her to get her jammies back on.  She immediately picked them up, threw them on the floor and said, "No jammies feet."  As much as she probably should have been in trouble for doing that, I thought, "I wouldn't want to put footed pajamas back on either."

She needed to put something on her diapered bottom.  It's Sunday morning.  I wasn't putting her in the bath anytime soon and she needed to at least put some pajama bottoms on, but her drawer was empty.  I left her to play in her room and went to find some.

I came back to find her in the closet (a likely hiding spot), she was emptying the box of her new brother's clothes, trying them on and saying, "Cute.  Cute."  Oh, this girl is crazy.  She did get told no and she did help me "cwean up" all the clothes she had pulled out of the box.  We put some pajama bottoms on and went on our way.

Maybe she had being calling "Ma Maaaa" longer that I thought and I was just too tired to hear it.  Note to self:  Molly shouldn't be left alone for too long.

Though we really do pay attention to her and she really doesn't get into to much mischief, lately we've had a couple of other minor disasters.  One night this week she had disappeared.  We found her.  She had climbed up on her bed, put her binker in her mouth, and was just chillin'.  We were trying to clean up dinner or something like that so we just left her there.  I went back to check on her a couple of minutes later and she had found a small bottle of baby lotion.  It wasn't a huge deal because she loves lotion and doesn't dump it out or anything like that, but this time she had decided to rub it in her eyes and I got there just before she screamed.

One other time this last week, also around dinner clean up time, she had a pen and was drawing on a pad of paper.  She was sitting at the kitchen table next to James.  I was doing something else.  Next thing we know, the kitchen chair cushion is covered in blue ink and so are the white bench cushions behind her.  I swear she moves with lightning speed.  Interestingly enough, stain remover will remove blue ink from white cushions, but not the red one.  Oh well.  At least we can just flip it over.