My best friend made a comment the other day about this little girl. She said she couldn't possibly be the demon child that I complain about on a daily basis. She was just too sweet and innocent looking.
She is adorable. Her dimples could melt Alaska. And she can be as sweet as honey when she wants.
Well, my dear friend....I decided to follow little-miss-innocent around with a camera for a day, and THIS is what I got!
We started the morning out with hiding with dry erase markers under my desk while I straightened my hair. She had colored on my computer mouse and table before I found her.
I shoo her out of the room and start cleaning up the desk...turn around and see THIS. I realize it looks like a ladder to them, but we DO have stairs.
See that stick on the floor? And the missing one on the window? Yeah.... To her credit, she only broke one of the missing ones.
While I was outside rounding up the boys that had disappeared in the woods, she was in the fridge. Again.
She had got the peanut butter out and was eating it with her fingers. I dont even want to talk about the broken jars in the box....
Went upstairs to get the baby up from her nap and find her helping herself to some lunch. And she's filthy dirty from playing in the driveway outside.
I dont even know what happened here....
Making dinner and I turned around and my olives were gone. And don't ask me where her pants are. I haven't even found those ones yet. She said they're "Down da hill".
The fridge......AGAIN.
She sure is cute. Innocent? Not so much. But when I put her to bed, clean and sweet smelling from her bath and she gives me hugs and kisses and tells me she loves me, I forget all about the messes I cleaned up all day. Until the next morning.....
