Although I do think I pay attention to her, and yes, I do watch her, here are a few of the messes she's made this summer while I haven't been watching her (usually during the time I am feeding Jack, changing his diaper, or trying to fix dinner, rendering myself temporarily immobile).
- Vicks vapor rubbed her bedroom
- Orange markered the house (washable, thank goodness)
- Penned the bathroom door (Mr. Clean magic eraser works well)
- Put stickers all over her brother (he was sleeping and I was folding clothes or something in the other room)
- Sun-screened a spot on the carpet
- Lotioned another spot on the carpet
- Put boogers where they shouldn't go
- Emptied all of her brothers clothes out of his dresser
- Finger-nail polished her face
- Emptied out all of the contents of my wallet
- Dumped out all of the neatly folded clothes from the laundry basket
- Walking onto the "carpet" pool cover at my grandpa's house. She had a slow-motion decent into the swimming pool with several adults within a few feet. We caught her. She was traumatized for a few minutes, but then ok.
- Painting her feet and arms with mud and saying, "I making mess. I making mess." (ok, so this one was harmless and was also supervised. It kept her entertained while I pulled some weeds and it was nothing that the hose and then the bathtub couldn't take care of.)
- Insisted on wearing her snow boots around the house
Here are a couple of other funny things about this girl that I wanted to put in writing.
I EAT IT!
On Friday, I lost my debit card. I knew it had to be in the house, but it wasn't on the computer desk where I had left it. Though it was dumb of me to just leave it lying around, I didn't know if she had taken it or if I had gone crazy and put it somewhere, then forgot where. I had asked her periodically where it was. I even pulled out a similar looking card and showed it to her. She didn't know where "mama's ticket" was. Once I asked her where it went and she said, "I eat it. Num, Num, Num, Num, Num." Once I asked her and she said, "It all gone!" Then finally she just handed it to me. I asked her where it had been and she said, "In my pocket."
KISS GOODBYE
Molly has made pretty good friends this summer with the neighbor kids. A little boy named Asher is a year older than her and they run around our grass together in the evenings sometime. The other night I told Molly it was time to go in and she needed to tell Asher goodbye. She said, "Bye Asher. Have to get in baff." I started walking into the garage and thought she was right behind me. Next thing I here is, "Bye Asher. Give me kiss." Oh no . . . . Sure enough I turn around and there is Molly giving poor little Asher a kiss on the lips. What am I going to do with this girl?!!? Asher looked stunned. Molly and I had a nice talk while she was in the bathtub about how it is ok to kiss mom, dad, grandmas, grandpas, and Jack, but we don't need to kiss Asher. She said ok.
MY EYE IS HURTING
The other day, Molly came to me and said, "My eye is hurting." I looked all around and didn't see an eyelash or anything in her eye, but she said it a few more times. I asked her, "Molly what is in your eye?" She said, "There is yogurt in my eye." Huh? She'd had yogurt for breakfast hours earlier, but who knows what she was talking about. Her eye is fine.
Here is a video of her being herself at the kitchen table the other day (Jack was sleeping).
3 comments:
Cutie pie!
She is so stinking cute!!
What a smart little granddaughter! Love you Molly!
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