*I say ‘one time’ so much, I keep thinking “This one time, at band camp…”
Once my daughter started crawling, baby gates went up and everything was fenced. She would still manage to get ahold of things like the remote control or our cell phones. If we dared to leave a magazine or book out, it would get chewed on and ripped.
Then she started walking. Ruh roh! She loves getting into her dresser and taking every single thing out of it. We put latches on it and she’s still able to pull things out in the time it takes me to pee.
She also likes to get into her closet, where half of her clothes hang at her level, and takes all of her clothes off of the hangers.
The little hummingbird also takes things and puts them in her diaper pail. There have been more than a few times when I’ll wash her diapers and have found all kinds of things including toys, stickers, and legos in the pail.
Once I saw that she threw in the remote control to our new television after I pressed the ON button to the washer. Luckily, it made it out in time.
Her favorite thing to do is ambush the refrigerator as soon as I open it. She’ll grab things in the door like the mustard or salad dressing and then hide it.
One time she ran up and grabbed a coke then ran off into the living room. She came back seconds later with a drink coaster and the coke, set the coaster down on the kitchen floor, and set the coke on top of it. That’s my girl!
Since she loves taking off her clothes, I spend a lot of time going through the house finding missing socks and shirts. Yesterday she was playing in the living room while I was making her lunch.
When I came to get her, she was shirtless and I looked everywhere for her missing shirt. I finally found it stored away in her play kitchen cabinet.
The little hummingbird has really been into playing dress up and with that she has also been learning to share with inanimate objects, like shoes. The other day she was trying to put her rainboots on by herself and was playing with some cat toys that disappeared.
When I was picking up later that night, I came across one of her rainboots and found this inside:
We were on our way to her music and movement class last week and I was putting on my fake Uggs. I felt something weird, along with a crunch.
When I took it off, I found that my little girl wanted to share her graham crackers with my shoe (we were rushing out the door so the picture’s dark but I couldn’t pass up the Kodak moment):
Last year my sister, whose kids are 3 and almost 5, found that one of her kids peed in her shoes. Bwahahaha! Yes, I’m evil.
What have your kids done that left you scratching your head? Pets count too.
It would never fail that every week after I washed the sheets and blankets, my cat would jump on the nice, clean bed and puke up hairballs. Not just once either. She would puke a little, walk a few inches, then puke up the rest of her hairball. Sometimes in 3 or 4 spots.
I would clean it up
which means I would usually talk my hubby into cleaning it up and since I didn’t want to drag the blanket back downstairs to the dryer, I would get out my blow dryer and stand there drying the spots while thinking why in the hell can’t my cat puke on the blanket before I wash it.
I guess that wouldn’t be any fun and it would be way too convenient.
And just because, here are some photos of the little hummingbird with an early 2nd BIRTHDAY!! present, a playhouse. I so want to move in, especially when my husband snores at night.