Backstory: My husbands birthday was recently celebrated and our friends baked some scrumptious red velvet cupcakes for everyone. We had a few leftover that went into the fridge to keep a couple days so the hubs could take them into work.
Lioness just turned 2 this year. She is such a gift and can be such a handful! A couple mornings ago, for example, she came into my room at 5am.
5
AM
... I am NOT a morning person.
However, she has been coming in around 6 to 630 every morning since we finally moved her into a toddler bed so I am used to her coming in by now so when this precious child came in my room a 5 I simply said "baby.. its night night time. Go get back in bed." So off she toddles back to her room right across the hall, and I listen for the telltale squeaking of the springs in her mattress.
You moms know that squeak.
Those squeaks from the abuse of children jumping on their beds.
yep, that mattress is shot.
ANYWAY, I fall back asleep nursing Firefly and think nothing of it.
Fast-forward 2 hours later and its 7, Firefly is fussy so we get up. I notice crumbs on my husbands side of the bed.. the side closest to the door. I go and check on the other girls and they are snoozing away. I think "WOO! more time to lay around!" so back to bed I go to laze around until they get up. Around 8 everyone is up and getting dressed and I notice the crumbs again... they are red.. I realize that there had been two red velvet cupcakes in the refrigerator DOWNSTAIRS. Putting two and two together.. yep.. my wonderful toddler had gone downstairs on her own, went to the fridge, grabbed a cupcake, ate some of it by the window at the bottom of the stairs, then brought the rest upstairs to finish. She eagerly admitted her crime and there was evidence of the cupcake murder on her shirt as well. I couldnt be angry. She seemed so proud of herself.
It made me stop to think about how incredibly independent she is. She knew what she wanted, knew where to find it, and went and made it happen. As a child its so easy to not think of consequences or even let the thought cross your mind that it might not be the best thing to do. What a freeing concept to think that way. Childlike innocence.
Lioness just turned 2 this year. She is such a gift and can be such a handful! A couple mornings ago, for example, she came into my room at 5am.
5
AM
... I am NOT a morning person.
However, she has been coming in around 6 to 630 every morning since we finally moved her into a toddler bed so I am used to her coming in by now so when this precious child came in my room a 5 I simply said "baby.. its night night time. Go get back in bed." So off she toddles back to her room right across the hall, and I listen for the telltale squeaking of the springs in her mattress.
You moms know that squeak.
Those squeaks from the abuse of children jumping on their beds.
yep, that mattress is shot.
ANYWAY, I fall back asleep nursing Firefly and think nothing of it.
Fast-forward 2 hours later and its 7, Firefly is fussy so we get up. I notice crumbs on my husbands side of the bed.. the side closest to the door. I go and check on the other girls and they are snoozing away. I think "WOO! more time to lay around!" so back to bed I go to laze around until they get up. Around 8 everyone is up and getting dressed and I notice the crumbs again... they are red.. I realize that there had been two red velvet cupcakes in the refrigerator DOWNSTAIRS. Putting two and two together.. yep.. my wonderful toddler had gone downstairs on her own, went to the fridge, grabbed a cupcake, ate some of it by the window at the bottom of the stairs, then brought the rest upstairs to finish. She eagerly admitted her crime and there was evidence of the cupcake murder on her shirt as well. I couldnt be angry. She seemed so proud of herself.
It made me stop to think about how incredibly independent she is. She knew what she wanted, knew where to find it, and went and made it happen. As a child its so easy to not think of consequences or even let the thought cross your mind that it might not be the best thing to do. What a freeing concept to think that way. Childlike innocence.