Momma Said There'd Be Days Like This

It was just one of those days!

The morning looked promising. We headed to the park while it was rather cool outside and had plenty of adventures and turns on the swing. We returned with some found foliage which I decided to turn in to a craft. (The butterfly from leaves and flowers turned out well by the way.) But, I had no idea what was in store for the rest of the day!

I took a bathroom break pre-nap time after we got home from a fun day at the park to find my toddler holding four bright hi-lighters. I dismissed the event as she turned sheepish and ran to put them away. Then she quickly brought me a game to play. As I was pulling out the pieces I noticed that she had "developed" fluorescent stripes. Her legs were covered in pink and purple thick lines. I was not a happy camper. I attempted to wipe them off, knowing full well that they will have to wear off.

After her very short nap, I decide to go for a ice cream bar. They are freezer burnt, but that doesn't stop the "toddler of doom." She looks at me (while reaching for the stick) and says "have it?!" So, she finishes off the terrible ice cream while I tidy up the kitchen. 2 minutes later she
comes to me covered in chocolate drippings and wants her hands washed. She is a mess! But, I love her!

About an half hour later, I decide to finally catch up the dishes. I hate them, and always save them for last--plus, I fell asleep during naptime, so I couldn't do it while she was down. I finished the last of just a handful of dishes and noticed that Gracie was awfully quiet. I head towards her room, but stop just short to find her making a tower out of toilet paper rolls and other supplies she found in the linen closet. Okay, it was really cute, and she wasn't hurting anything, so I let her play.

Fifteen minutes later, another short bathroom break and I find Gracie holding my now empty water bottle in one hand and the cap in the other. I clean her up. My fault for leaving it out.

5:30, dinner is going and Gracie wants to play "water table." Okay. 5 minutes later I hear banging on the bathroom wall. I go in and find her running her toothbrush up and down the wall. She looks at me and explains that she is "painting, momma."

What a girl! :)

**Above you'll see the picture I took moments after catching her in the act of making a tower with the toilet paper. I think Cottonelle makes a more sturdy structure--don't you think ;) **

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