This morning after sending the kids off to school, I started in on a few piles in my bedroom. I had been waiting for them to disappear on their own, but alas they didn't. I was whistling Dixie while I was sorting thru piles of junk....er....stuff, quite pleased with my progress.
My baby was napping and the two toddlers were playing in the toy room. Ahhh. I was in the "zone".
The three year old wandered into my room to curl up on my bed and watch the piles disappear. I realized then that the singing I heard from the two year old was no longer upstairs but down. Oh no! I raced down to see what she was into.
This one is a digger, which I'm sure you've realized by now. The earlier she wakes up, the dingier she becomes. This morning it was rise and shine (well, cloud) at 7 am. Not a good sign. She had tunneled her way thru a pan of brownies, eating the tunnelings in the process.
I busted her, standing on the very tips of her toes trying to reach into my tote of office supplies. Whew! One disaster averted! (and to think it's only 9:30 am. I won't even get into the items I've snagged out of her little fingers as I sit here typing.)
She does this all while humming sweetly to herself. Don't let her singing fool you. ;) (We adore this little monkey. She makes up for all her shenanigans in many other ways.)
Sorry, Hubby! Guess I can't do anymore cleaning or organizing until she napping!!
(Yes! I knew there was a way out of this dreadful chore!)