Our house, a typical weekday night.
I’m quickly trying to finish something up before Steve and the older boys get home. Mairi and Galen are upstairs working on a project. Miss Seraphina is busily running in and out doing her own little toddler thing.
Suddenly I hear, “Mommy! Mommy!” “Mommy, hep, hep!!” (help). I find her locked in the bathroom without a light on, complements of whichever child left the door open this time. I scoop her up and say, “Were you trapped?” in that soothing mama rhetorical way. Wide-eyed she nods solemnly and says, “scream”.
A quick cuddle and she squirms to be put down. I go back to my task. Just moments later, I’ve got my hands full when I hear her running by behind me.
Me: Whatcha doing baby girl?
Her (cheerfully): Have knife!
Everything is literally dropped on the floor as I come running to find that the knife in question is a plastic butter knife that has somehow escaped our box of camping supplies.
Me: Ok, you can have that one.
Her: *smiles* and runs off again
Me: returns yet again to my task
Around two minutes later…
Galen: Did you know that Seraphina is nakey bottomed on the kitchen table, helping herself to applesauce out of the jar?
She used the knife to serve it.
For the record I was never more than ten feet from her this entire time. You can kind of tell just by looking at her that she is full of mischief!
Last week I told her to take something out of her mouth. She smiled at me ever so sweetly and said “no!”. I gave her the stern mommy look and still with a great big smile, she squinched up her little eyes so as not to see me.
Yup. This one is going to be a handful.