And the Princess of Destruction was born.
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-climbed out of her crib every night, multiple times at bedtime. I spend about an hour putting her back in her bed every night before she finally falls asleep.
-woken up, almost daily, before 6am. It is not unusual for me, lately, to wake up to a little voice next to my bed saying "Good morning, Mommy. Harper get out of bed."
-climbed out of her bed at night and eaten half a tube of Desitin cream.
-climbed out of her bed at night and, with Emerson, unwrapped and used an entire package of bandaids all over their bodies.
-climbed out of her bed at night, stripped her clothes and diaper off, and smeared an entire tube of Boudreaux's Butt Paste all over her naked body, face, and hair.
- climbed out of her bed, changed out of her pajamas and into a sundress and sandals, and then climbed back into her bed.
-woken up pre-6am, gone down to the pantry, and poured an entire bottle of dried oregano all over the floor, herself, and her beloved blankie. My vaccuum now smells like oregano FOREVER.
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Keep in mind, my house is covered in all manner of baby gates and child-proof plastic doorknobs. They are no match for this girl. Unless my memory decieves me, I just don't remember the boys being like this. I even looked back at the blog from 2008, and chuckled at how I thought the boys were so crazy because they ate M&Ms one morning before I woke up.
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I feel I should somehow go back in time and warn the Mandy of 2008 what's in store for her.
4 comments:
This sort of makes me hope I have a boy! :) But that sweet face is too cute!
I used to know a little girl who woke up at exactly 6 EVERY morning.... The FIRST time she got out of her baby bed by herself was the LAST time she ever slept in a baby bed..... Her parents loved her very much...
Oh my goodness! You have your hands full with number four! :)
Your number 4 sounds a lot like my number 4. Together, those 2 could fight crime!
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