I lost Elsa this morning. I lost her to the dark side. A screaming, stomping, "I hate you and don't love you," flipping out dark side. She was hungry, but not for the remainder of her breakfast still sitting on the table "for later." not, apparently, for anything in the house. So I stayed gated up in the living room where I was temporarily safe from a 3 year old who cannot climb gates and was otherwise preoccupied with physically punishing the kitchen floor. Now all I had to worry about were two toddlers somersaulting off the couch, into the pack n' plays, while also screaming "backpack" at the tv because Dora had ended.
Then, I hear a sweet little voice from the kitchen say "mommy! Help me get out of here!" this is what I found...strapped I'm completely. Apparently leftover kix from the boys' trays were an acceptable snack.
How badly do you think I wanted to leave her in there? Oh and by the way, she is wearing see-through tights as pants today. Beautiful.
2 comments:
Sounds like you had fun times!! I love the 'backpack' - aren't you glad you bought that book.
What?? don't call my sweet grand-daughter that!
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