Ooooh. My little C

Today has been a very, very full day for C and I. First, I bought her some silly putty at the grocery store today. I remember playing with it when I was little. I mean, who doesn't love silly putty, right? C was totally excited when I showed her how to roll her SP into a little ball and bounce it around. She was having a wonderful time. Fast forward about 45 minutes. I was making my bed and F was in his crib (in my room). C was standing on the side of the crib talking to F. I noticed something all over her black shirt. Walked closer to her and yep, its the SP smeared into her shirt. I looked closer and realized that F's crib sheet is covered in SP. Even closer now - F has SP everywhere. He is clenching his fists, which are both full of SP. He has it on his onsie, his blanket everywhere. Needless to say, the SP was taken away. I spent the next hour trying to scrape SP out of F's crib sheet, his onsie and blanket and C's shirt. I think the crib sheet is the only thing that will make it out unscathed.

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Later on, I was putting F's crib sheet back on his bed while C watched. Out of the blue she started the dreaded conversation. Here's how it went:

C: Mom, how do you get small babies?
Mom: What do you mean?
C: How do you get a small baby in your tummy?
Mom: Um, you say a prayer and ask Heavenly Father for a baby and then you get one in your tummy.
C: Okay, but HOW does the baby get in your tummy? What do you do to make it get in there?
Mom: Well, the baby starts out really small and then grows bigger.
C:How does it start growing?
Mom: It just does!
C: Can I have a small baby in my tummy?
Mom: Not for a long, long time.
C: Why?
Mom: Because I said so. Lets go play with your puzzles.

I think 3 is a tad bit too young to have the birds & bees conversation. I cannot wait for J to hear about this.

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Around 3:30 this afternoon C was helping me change a few burnt out light bulbs. I opened up the cupboard where we keep the bulbs and C saw an unused easter egg dying kit. It was a Disney Princess one and she was begging me to let her see it. I gave her the package, knowing there were princess stickers inside. C loves stickers. C took the egg dying kit to the table and started playing with the stickers. I was gone for maybe 90 seconds. Just 90 seconds! I came back to the kitchen and C had opened up the little dye tablets. Her hands, her face and her clothes (a new outfit since the previous one had SP all over it) were covered in egg dye. I take full responsibility for this one. I should have thought about this one a tad bit better. It didn't even dawn on me that the dye tablets were inside. So, there goes outfit #2. I scrubbed her hands as much as I could, but they are still purple. I guess the dye will wear off sooner or later.

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I thought I had reached the maximum allowed amount of C adventures for one day, but I was wrong. I got her in the tub around 7:30. I let her play for a bit. Came back 10 minutes later to check on her and she has splashed water all over the bathroom - a huge no-no. She knows this is naughty. I got mad at her and told her that she lost her bike privileges all day tomorrow. That did not sit well with her. She proceeded to throw one of the BIGGEST tantrums I have seen. EVER. I was trying to dry her off and she wiggled out of my grasp. She ran away from me, into the hallway. I chased her, telling her to get her pj's on. She would not do it. She was crying and running in circles - my room, the bathroom, the hallway and back again. Finally, she informed me that she was "done with mom" and that she was going to "hide with the laundry." I didn't believe that she would do it, or rather that she COULD do it, but she can and she did. Please see below.




Immediately after I stopped filming, I got her out of the laundry basket. I was laughing so hard and the harder I laughed, the more ticked off C became. After she was free of her self-induced prison, I told her to go straight to her room and get her pj's on. She went. I bathed F and got him ready for bed, stuck him in his crib and walked into C's room, fully intending on saying prayers, tucking her in and saying GOODNIGHT. Well, we just weren't done yet. While bathing F, C got her Johnson&Johnson Hair Detangling Spray, took off the lid, and dumped the entire bottle on her bed. All I could do at this point was sigh. I changed her sheets, picked her up and put her in bed. She asked me to read her a book and I said "no." She asked me why and I told her that she was a very naughty girl and she wanted to know exactly what she did that was so naughty. I felt like this was a good learning opportunity, so instead of listing out every infraction, I asked her to tell me what she did wrong. This was her response: (1) I splashed water all over the floor; (2) I got stuck in the laundry thing; (3) I wouldn't get my pj's on; and (4) I spilled my magic hair stuff. I felt like her list was pretty solid. I told her I loved her, kissed her on the head and went out the door.

50% of me is still in shock about this evening's antics. A good friend told me that 3 was worse than 2, and man that one of the truest statements I have ever heard. Its 9:30. I am sure J will be calling here shortly. He is going to be getting an earful.

Tomorrow is a new day.