Chunky Baby Butt

So it looks like I am in the market for a new coffee table! I will give you one guess on who broke my table....that’s right, Charlie's Chunky Baby Butt!! I couldn't really give you the details on how it went down. All I know is I came home to a missing table and a child with a fat lip. Thank goodness she still had all of her teeth! Just wish I could have captured her reaction to the legs collapsing out from under her. Does that make me an evil mother?? lol.

　　

Charlotte knows she is not allowed to crawl up on the table (or the toilet, the stairs, picnic table, on top of the dogs...you name it, she climbs it!). Normally I give her one warning. After that I flip the table over. Smart right? Nope. She thinks it is absolutely great because she then gets her own personal sized dance floor! It seriously keeps her entertained for at least an hour (and me too because she turns into a miniature river dancer. Its pretty funny.).

　　

I have been noticing these past few weeks that everything in my house gets put up higher, and higher, and higher. Pretty soon I am going to have to start storing my stuff on the ceiling! This child is like a raccoon. She seriously gets into everything. We started with child locks on the bottom cabinets to keep her from pulling our pots and pans out every two seconds. Now we have moved to the top drawers, cabinet above the toilet, and pantry door. Some of the cabinets we cannot figure out how to put locks on, so they are just completely empty. The laptop can no longer stay open. Clothes rarely stay folded in her dresser drawer. Its a bit of a nightmare.

　　

Last week, Charlie went to Gramma Sue's (Chuck and I had a Totally Awesome 80's party to attend). So I spent Saturday cleaning the entire main floor top to bottom. It was spotless....until my lil’ tornado of a toddler came home and wrecked my house in less than 5 minutes. ugh. Its like the cleaning never stops. Sometimes I wonder how parents with multiple children handle this stuff. Its exhausting. But I guess it is all worth it when you look at your little turd and they smile back and say "cheeezzze". Oh ya! Charlie has added "cheese" to her vocab this week. I love her!

Here is her cheese face. Such a corn ball: