11/07: Mischief
It's been an interesting afternoon.
During "naptime" (note the quotation marks), Maddie decided to trash the girls' bedroom. First, in perfect criminal mastermind fashion, she turned off the monitor. Then she pulled out the stool from underneath Shelby's crib, flipped on the light, turned on the ceiling fan, and proceeded to scatter every blanket and stuffed animal in sight all over their floor - including the ones in Shelby's crib (I have no idea how she managed to get hold of those). Next came the wall hangings, and the stuff on Shelby's changing table, and then came the grand finale. Using the spray bottle that we use to do the girls' hair, she drenched her little sister -- face, hair, clothes, and even the outside of her crib.
While all of this was happening, Lori was napping in our bedroom (she let me sleep in this morning in exchange for a nap this afternoon - we usually switch on and off on the weekends), and I was in the kitchen, trying to figure out why my half of the monitor wouldn't stop beeping. I changed the batteries, and when that didn't fix the problem, I thought that maybe I had forgotten to turn on the receiver in the girls' room. So I went in to check it out. And there was Maddie, standing at ground zero, staring at me like a deer in headlights. Shelby was on her feet (thank God she didn't try to climb out of her crib), soaked from head to toe, and grinning from ear to ear.
I was speechless.
Was I angry? Sure. Annoyed? I guess. Confused? Absolutely. But I must admit that I had to practically bite my lip to keep from laughing. I mean, the look on Maddie's face when I opened that door. Oh, man, was that priceless.
Absolutely priceless.
Have a happy Saturday night.
During "naptime" (note the quotation marks), Maddie decided to trash the girls' bedroom. First, in perfect criminal mastermind fashion, she turned off the monitor. Then she pulled out the stool from underneath Shelby's crib, flipped on the light, turned on the ceiling fan, and proceeded to scatter every blanket and stuffed animal in sight all over their floor - including the ones in Shelby's crib (I have no idea how she managed to get hold of those). Next came the wall hangings, and the stuff on Shelby's changing table, and then came the grand finale. Using the spray bottle that we use to do the girls' hair, she drenched her little sister -- face, hair, clothes, and even the outside of her crib.
While all of this was happening, Lori was napping in our bedroom (she let me sleep in this morning in exchange for a nap this afternoon - we usually switch on and off on the weekends), and I was in the kitchen, trying to figure out why my half of the monitor wouldn't stop beeping. I changed the batteries, and when that didn't fix the problem, I thought that maybe I had forgotten to turn on the receiver in the girls' room. So I went in to check it out. And there was Maddie, standing at ground zero, staring at me like a deer in headlights. Shelby was on her feet (thank God she didn't try to climb out of her crib), soaked from head to toe, and grinning from ear to ear.
I was speechless.
Was I angry? Sure. Annoyed? I guess. Confused? Absolutely. But I must admit that I had to practically bite my lip to keep from laughing. I mean, the look on Maddie's face when I opened that door. Oh, man, was that priceless.
Absolutely priceless.
Have a happy Saturday night.
