I knew that motherhood would be a juggling act of playing several roles. Nobody told me being a detective was part of the job description.Shall I set the scene of what its like in the Swensen house as of late?
Background Noise:
Open. Shut. Open. Shut. Doors, drawers, cabinets and lids (of garbage cans and toilets mostly).
Inner Dialogue:
Where is/are?....
Results (from this week ALONE, well mostly):
my flip flops (in the garbage can)
my hair curlers (in the master bathroom toilet)
that string cheese she was eating (sandwiched between Dan's missionary reference library)
that animal cracker she was eating (in the dishes drawer)
the Cinderella cell phone she was playing with (in the bathroom drawer and also later recovered in the garbage can)
her comb, baby shampoo, and baby powder (in the hall bathroom toilet)
my bracelets (all in the master bathroom toilet)
that laundry I was sorting (in the garbage can)
her doll (in the hall toilet)
the bowl of goldfish crackers she was carrying around (dumped out and squished inside her wagon)
the limeade can I just threw away (on her arm like a bracelet)
that cup she was drinking out of (behind the toaster inside a kitchen cabinet)
hangers for her clothes (in the hall bathroom drawer)
hangers for my clothes (in her shopping cart)
that sour cream I threw away (all over her hands)
the garbage from our master bath (in one of my purses)
I have high hopes for my daughter. She can do anything she wants in life. But I don't feel that she has to resort the sanitation department just yet! Doesn't she want to be a pretty princess and not play with icky, disgusting things from the garbage and then bathe them in toilet water?
I guess I should just marvel at her curiosity.
This part of the job is driving me (the neat freak) into a state of madness (i.e. When I retreieved her cell phone from the garbage, I immediately rinsed it off in the sink, not thinking that I would allow water to get into it and cause it to not work for a few days. Does anyone know if Disney has a warranty on princess cell phones?) or into a state of incredible vigilance (Do nothing but watch like a hawk and contain her). We have now adopted a new motto-- Look before you go, look before you throw and for heaven sakes shut the door behind you! Hopefully this will work at least until she figures out (or gets tall enough) to open some of the doors.
4 comments:
Don't worry--it only gets worse before it gets any better. And then once you have her trained, along comes #2!
Oh, the joys of a toddler! Don't they just make you mad and love them even more all at the same time.
Sounds like you will definitely have to work on closing all bathroom doors behind you and invest child proof door handles before she learns to open those doors. :)
ah, such a fascination they have with the toilet. we have a hard and fast rule around here about keeping doors closed if you don't want bronwen in. my boys are finally learning that if they don't want her eating their crayons and using their markers to draw on their books, they have to keep that door closed!
I LOVE it! Lincoln put my cell phone in the bath tub (while the kids were bathing of course!) Your list was sooo funny!
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