Mischief

There are many phases of a child's life. Audrey and I have just entered the "Don't-expect-to-get-anything-done-while-the-baby-is-awake" phase. She is too independent to know that she is still dependent on her mom for many things.She likes to spend time in my bathroom going through my necklaces. I don't usually mind. I don't wear beaded necklaces on a daily basis to clean house, run to the grocery store and take kids to and from school. The problem comes when I want to find them when I need them and I have to think where a sixteen month old would hide beaded necklaces.
Olivia has showed Audrey how to open the pantry door and so she is able to get whatever she desires on the bottom two to three shelves. On Sunday, I got her dressed and then she went to find herself a snack. She had a choice of flour, sugar, uncooked rice or hot dog buns. She chose the hot dog buns. Wise girl.
This morning, she was playing quietly in the bonus room with Olivia. That should have been my first clue. When I went to proudly see how the girls were getting along, I saw that they had been coloring together. Well, maybe not together, but near each other. Olivia announced, in her most crimeless tone, "Look, Mom. Now Audrey has red hands." She had taken apart a marker that Olivia had been using and despite being "washable" I am sure we will wear the battle scars for a few more days.
So, friends, when you come to visit, be forewarned that life is only as clean as our sweet sixteen month old will allow.