Sunday morning I came downstairs to find Liam awake. He's laying sideways in the rocking armchair, talking to the ceiling fan that he'd turned on. I lean over to kiss him good morning and discover he has a handful of lollipops and one in his mouth. It's 8:30 in the morning. I confiscate his loot and proceed to the kitchen where I'm greeted by this sight:
The black tupperware is Carrie's Halloween candy. The clear tub is Liam's. And yes, that's a brand new jar of honey. He'd been holding that in the grocery store. The following picture is of the sugar sprinkles that he found on my baking shelf. He proceeded to pry off all the lids and help himself. I was surprised that I didn't find any paw prints throughout. Triskal apparently had the good sense to steer clear of the forbidden this time, though she does enjoy chewing on any small wooden item she can find. We've lost a few blocks, pencils, and Christmas tree ornaments this way. Oh, and the nesting penguins I bought for the kids last Christmas now that I think about it...
The moral of the story is that baby proofing is not for babies. It is, indeed, for three year olds. AND this is why I get up at 6 AM every day to do my quiet time. Otherwise the little stinker is up and into trouble before me! At least at 6 I can have some coffee and prayer in peace. Can't you tell I need it!?
