This morning after breakfast I was catching up on my email. I hear clunks coming from the kitchen. Clunks are always a bad sign. I go out there to investigate.
Catherine has learned to climb up on the kitchen table. She was sitting amid a pile of newspapers and salt, playing with the glass oil and vinegar cruets. Salt was everywhere, deep in piles and layers all over the table. Fortunately I had recently neglected to fill the cruets, or she would have been marinating the newspapers in a fine vinaigrette.
I think it's time to put the glass cruets somewhere safe, along with the salt and pepper. Catherine has not yet learned to be responsible with her condiments.
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Wheee! Wait until she discovers the pop up tissue box ;)
Jeez, that looks like I'm censoring my comments, doesn't it? I just removed a double post from trigger-finger downhillnut. :-)
Priceless...it only gets better, I promise!
censorship! nancy censorship! what is the world coming to?
it sounds like you are going to have some fun now....i used rope to tie my kids so they couldn't get into trouble. at age 21 i untied them.
Oh, man. Once the little buggers get mobile your life is never the same.
ahhhhh, these are the moments you need to keep that camera handy!!:-)
my favorite picture of my 10 yo is what we call "powder baby." Yep, an entire bottle of baby powder on his head... the brown carpet... everywhere. Y'know that flour scene in Billy Jack? Same thing!
Ah, she's already figured out cooking is fun. Now she has to figure out how to make it taste good.
We were just out to eat, and there was a little girl with a bowl of broth and noodles, and she kept taking the salt and pepper shakers, and shaking them above her bowl. Shaker side up, thankfully. While stirring. I thought this was hilarious, though her father was not so impressed. She continued this all through the meal.
It's time to lock the bathroom door-it's amazing the disaster a roll of toilet paper and a sink can do.
I don't have kids Nancy but I was reading a book recently by an Irish writer (Cecilia Ahern) that is totally written in e-mails and text etc. There was one quote that had me laugh out loud went something like this
"...I've got to go now because my four year old son is massaging his porridge into his scalp with a look of concentration in his face..."
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