Yes, Ayja, sorry for the long post, but here are the adventures of the terrible 2 yr old that is giving us a run for our money, and making us go grey.
Ayja has turned into the monkey-nut mischeif maker from hell. I do not know what to do with her, at the moment we really just deal with it, then when she's not around we have a wee laugh and a bit of "oh my god what will she do next?!" but it has to stop. really it does.
Lets recount the events of the past week shall we?
Sunday:
did not end up going for a sleep in the afternoon, had been put back into bed many times as she has now decided that "i can so i will" get out of bed and create havoc while we think she is supposedly asleep, started with her knocking on the hallway door saying "i've got poos" which is her favourite excuse for getting outta bed.. (9 times out of 10, she hasn't got them). so back to be she goes
After we really did think she was asleep from not having heard anything more, I go up to check. I open the hallway door, and find Jammie bear and blankie at the hallway door/entrance to our room. I look in our room... little girl has brought her little stool from her pretend vanity set, down to our bedroom, has used it to get to my dresser, mikes dresser, and has rearranged a fair few things around.
Piled on our bed is my new full container of body shop body butter (thank god she hadn't opened it), the digital camera, a few little ornaments, she's been "sleeping" in my side of the bed, theres an un-opened but rather disheveled-looking packet of wheelies bickies sitting on mikes pillow and a packet of raisins next to it too.. don't know where they came from ??!!. .
but wait, where is the little devil who caused this? i hear noises from the bathroom, we go in to see miss Ayja, with her lip gloss that only mummy and daddy put on her (the girls get dry lips so have their own lip gloss), she is smearing it back and forth and back and forth along her lips, her singlet has it smeared on it, it's in her hair and no matter how much i clean her up she reeks of "strawberry sundae" for the rest of the day and much of the next.
But wait, there's more...
Tuesday:
We get home from daycare, park the car in the internal access garage, open the door into the lounge, and let the kids in to take off shoes, while we get stuff outta the boot. Paris comes back out to talk to us, We all head back inside expecting ayja to be doing her usual.. playing with dolls or such like, or maybe having gone up to her room to get something out. we get inside, Paris goes to find ayja, and comes back "ayja's in the bathroom!" before we can do anything Ayja comes walking out, with my new bottle of milk and honey body wash in one hand, ....open, ...licking her fingers, "I'm just tasted it" she says.
I panic, as you do, I go over to her, she breathes on me - breathing out milk and honey scented breath. so we go through the questions, you know the ones, "what did you do?, did you tip it? did you drink it? did you squeeze it out like this?" she looks at me as if i'm mad and says "no mum, I'm told you.. I just licked it" you know, cos it's no big thing apparently. couldn't see anything on the label about poisons or inducing vomiting, and she wasn't coughing up bubbles, so i figured she was ok, although made her have a huge huge amount of water to drink (lol, gave her insides a good clean maybe?)
So we go through the chat about things in the bathroom being for washing ourselves only (we don't keep any cleaners/meds or anything in there) then go to the pantry and explain that things in the pantry are for eating... and i make a mental note to buy kiddi-locks for bathroom cabinets, and to keep the door closed.
So, wednesday rolls around:
we keep them home for a half day. Sleep time comes. we leave the hallway door partially open figuring we will hear her if anything goes on. nothing goes on, for 45 minutes we have peace, until we get her running through the door looking delightedly refreshed, "me got poohs" she says, well well well, she actually does for once. Oh well, i think, at least she slept 45 mins. I go to go up to open her curtains, so glance into our room, again i see that cute little pink and purple stool, proped against the side of our bed.. our bed looks, hhm, jumped on, the bedside light is on, the alarm clock is hanging by the cord halfway down the front of my dresser... which has a mess in front of that too.
The ground by my dresser has an old purse (you know the mummy purse with EVERYTHING in it) that i had stopped using but not really cleared out, she had pulled it out from hiding place - picking that's where she got the wheelies from the other day maybe?, there is also an open, empty packet of jubes lollies.. cannot remember if there was any left in there, am hoping there wasnt, cos if there was, she ate em, and OMG
a packet of coldral tablets, with none missing (again thank god! said-purse has now been cleared of its contents fully)
... I wonder to myself if she has some supernatural stealth-mode powers to sneak past the hallway door, and do all this stuff, AGAIN, without us noticing., I vow that our door shall be closed for nap times and that her little partner in crime - the vanity stool - will be taken from her room at sleep times.
Again, there's more ..if you're still reading
Tonight, Friday night:
I am at work, I ring mike about 8.30pm to say that I have arranged a ride home this evening, he's talking to me, obviously walking around with the cordless phone, I hear him say that they have been in bed since 7pm, going good apparently, he then walks to check on them.. Opens the hallway door, when there is a little jammie bear, blankie, and her drink bottle (which is kept on little vanity stool). All i hear on the other end of the phone is:
"whaaaattt the... " *trailing off into momentary silence*
"Why do you have vaseline?!.. oh my god, I gotta go" followed swiftly by the phone call being ended.
I wait for around half an hour and ring back.
Apparently mike forgot not to close the hallway door, and take away the vanity stool, again miss ayja had gone into our room, climbed up, turned on the bedside lamp (she she could see what she was doing of course!) and had gone through my jewellery drawers, jumped on our bed, then found my small basket on the dresser.
You know how everyone when you have your first goes "buy vaseline, you can put it on their bottom to stop the meconium sticking!" lol, well i followed that advice, both times, but had never used it. I still had the pottle from when i had ayja, sitting in the basket on my dresser.
Mike had gone into the hallway, seen our light on, and then miss ayja came from up in her room, holding the open pottle of vaseline, upon her coming closer he saw that she was covered, head to toe, inch thick, in vaseline.. hence the "oh my god i gotta go" moment.
Her drink bottle upon closer inspection, was also an inch thick covered in vaseline, although jammie and blankie weren't - hhhm wreaking havoc is thirsty work!
. We have not found anything else with vaseline on it thank goodness.. am sure though, since she had it up in her room, that we will....even though we have checked the obvious places. She did tell mike that she licked it too but it tasted yucky. AND. she had not even been to sleep at all, so she better slepp in tomorrow!
There you go, rather a novel.. but it's over.. for now.
Dammit, i thought i had another kid like Paris, a sit-stay baby, you told her no, she didn't do it, she didn't get into stuff ever.. and neither has ayja until now.. we've never had to lock anything, close doors etc, we don't leave unsafe stuff down low, but i have now realised that maybe some toddler-proofing is in order...
that - or maybe i might resort to sticking the side back on her cot!
ARGH, 2 yr olds!
Uh-oh, TROUBLE with a capital "A"
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