What happened to my "Angel"?
So, several Sundays ago was a bit of a day for us with Libby. Mike and I woke up to find her covered in my expensive make-up... the stuff Mike bought me for Christmas (Bare Minerals). It was also on the bathroom floor. Mike woke up and was quite worried when he saw her face... "What's on your face?" I don't remember if she answered or not, I still had my earplugs in. That would have been enough for the day. I cleaned up the bathroom floor and wiped off her face with baby wipes.
But it gets much worse.
That night, I don't remember what I was doing. Mike was in the living room with the kids and I think I was making dinner. I was in the kitchen. And I hear this, "Libby, NO!" But it was too late. She had taken a SHARPIE marker and drew lines on our new red couch. I was so frustrated. She was disciplined. Mike had told her she may not have the sharpie and she disobeyed. It was hard to explain to her though why the couch was a bad idea. She had never drawn on anything before that wasn't paper. I had been so excited thinking that my child was not destructive. There goes that idea!
She's been throwing toys, books, etc. What happened to my girl?
Here is one funny thing though. When she went to look at herself she stood on her bench on tip-toe. Well, it showed the ball of her foot and her little toes which ended up looking like a doggy's paw. The next day she came back and saw her stool with the doggy print on it and said, "Clue. A clue." She thought it was one of the clue's from Blue's Clue's. Cracked me up.