*eaten several handfuls of dog food *thrown my two dish towels off the oven into the toilet *thrown Ollie's toy truck into a *ahem* 'full' toilet *'stuffed' an entire bath towel into the toilet *hidden the babysitters glasses in our kitchen cupboards *eaten playdoh, crayons, and paper *brought me a toilet bowl brush at least 3 times *thrown her baby doll into our pool *thrown her shoes into our pool *locked the keypad on my phone
(Okay, I know you're thinking, "Just shut the bathroom door and keep the toilet lid shut!" Seriously, we do. In the few moments that they're open, she wreaks havoc. Every. Time.)
And these are just the things that come to mind. My parents were not exaggerating when they likened her to a hurricane. She is into EVERYTHING.
Mornings aren't exactly her favorite time, either. Lately our mornings have consisted of dealing with crying for her 'nigh night' (blankie) and fits whenever I tell her 'no'. This morning, Ollie added to the fun. At lunch, I offered to go to work for Joel for the afternoon...but he declined.