My Baby Climber

Vivian is a wild one.  Today as I made lunch, she disappeared from the living room where the children were quietly watching a nature show on a HOT day.  I began my search, and I couldn't find her.  I looked behind the rocker in her room.  I checked on Robbie's side of the closet, down where his pants hang.  I pulled aside the shower curtain, and on I looked.  Finally, I heard a faint answer, but I still could not figure out where she was in the house.  Olivia found her in the unfinished part of our basement.  She was back in the storage area where we have broken down boxes for our next move and where we save boxes to ship packages.  She climbed five feet off the ground onto suspended wooden shelving units that Robbie built for storage.  She even manged to get her sippy cup and a toy puppy bank onto the shelf with her.  She looked so proud of herself up there high off the basement floor like a big shot6.  She peeked out through the side of the shelf with an enormous smile.  What next?!

Nail polish nightmare

I just took a shower after a workout.  I put Vivian into her crib with some toys and books.  Henry was playing cars in their room, and I was quick.  I wasn't fast enough.  Vivian crawled out of her bed, confiscated her big sister's purple nail polish (thanks, Aunt Des), and proceeded to paint both feet, part of her leg, and our hard wood floor.!!!  NOT GOOD.  Once I fixed that problem, Olivia "helped" Vivian use the big potty.  She let her fall into the potty bottom first, so then I had to clean her and change her clothes.  Oh MY GOODNESS!

I am going to sing over and over in my head a song that came up on the iPod during my workout..."Let it go. Let it go.  Let it go!!  Let it go.  Let it go.  Let it go.  When the world is coming down on me, I let it go."  There.  I feel better.

No, let me update that.  As soon as I finished typing, I discovered that Olivia was using thumbtacks on our basement wall in the area where our Aerobed serves our guests.  What?!  We just had to replace it at no small cost due to a slow leak.  I wonder how that got there.  When I corrected Olivia, her reply was, "Now we can't make our museum.  Thanks for ruining our whole life!"  She is now on her bed in big trouble.

I will survive their childhood.  I will survive their childhood.  I will, right?