Two Baths, One Girl

The kids are usually lucky to have two baths in three days.  Today, Elizabeth had two baths in twenty minutes.

 This picture is from an unrelated Magic Marker incident, but I felt it deserved to be posted. Notice the "crazy" in her eyes.

We've been working on repainting the girls' bedroom.  When we built the house in '08, the contractor only offered us two different colors.  Since we didn't know how we were going to decorate we chose neutral colors.  Our entire house is a giant beige-ish, monochromatic fun house.  Except there's no fun.  And it doesn't seem so giant anymore.

Since we're painting the girls' room, there is no where to put Elizabeth while we paint.  She's recently learned how to crawl out of her crib and the Pack 'N Play, so she gets to roam the house while we work.

Giving a two-year old unsupervised, free range of the house is a bad idea.

We took a break from painting and found that Libby had found her way through one baby-gate and into the cat's tiny corner of the house.  It's a quiet little alcove where the cat can eat, sleep, and most importantly, do his business.  For some reason, Elizabeth felt she had business there.  Her work?  Eating kitty litter.  Again!!!

I'm sure you've heard about her first encounter with kitty litter.    I thought it was a one time deal, but, like a dog returning to its vomit (or a cat returning to its litter box) she placed another handful of scented rocks into her mouth and began eating.

To the Bath Tub!

With the baby gate back up and Elizabeth smelling so fresh and so clean clean, we thought it was safe to go back to painting.  And here is the problem with thinking things are safe.  They rarely are.  Especially when kids are involved.  Children will find a way to destroy, create havoc, or make you crazy in general.

When I came out from the girls' room to get a drink, I found Elizabeth covered in what I hoped was Kabuki make-up.  Sadly, my wife's Kabuki career never did take off and I had forgotten that we threw the makeup out.  In reality, Libby had found the spackle that I left out (up high and towards the back of the kitchen counter where I thought she couldn't reach it) and must have confused it with face cream.

 This is pretty much what the girl's face looked like when she painted it with a screwdriver.



At least with those holes plugged I won't have to worry about nose-picking anymore.