So, my sweet little miss is becoming quite the little stinker. Thanks to her cunning wit and smarts she has learned things far faster than the boys did, after all she does have some excellent teachers.
Her newest talent, opening the fridge and perusing it for her latest snack. Sometimes she brings me or the boys a can of whip cream, or a jar of pickles to open. She really is quite strong, and sometimes I have to laugh at the items she heaves out and carries across the room to me. Sadly, I usually refuse to open whatever she has brought me, and offer her some string cheese or apples, which are met with such sadness. I do occasionally indulge her and serve up some whip cream for breakfast, which is met with delight until she yearns for another treasure from the fridge.
Well, yesterday Caleb ran upstairs chanting "baby did it, baby did it." I honestly think he was quite pleased not to be the culprit in another mess. I noticed white spots on his face as I quickly ran downstairs to see what happened. As I walked into the kitchen I noticed that our floors had become very white (we have wood floors), and that a small cup sat in the middle of the large white lake. My dear little girl was evidently very parched and needed a drink immediately. So she did what every little one and half year old would do, she pulled the full gallon of milk from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and poured herself a glass. Granted she may have missed the cup by a little and spilled half of the gallon on the floor, but I am sure she is feeling much better after her refreshment.
Today she spilled the other half filling up her sippy cup.
The milk has been moved to a much higher shelf, and I am looking into a lock for the fridge.
Got milk?