*gasp* it's another post 2 days later! Shocker, I know. If you haven't been here for a while, scroll down a bit and read the "real" post and not just this rant ;)
A mere 3 months ago, I had a happy, content little girl in my house. She was active, more than a little mischievous, but over-all, manageable. Where did she go!?! I so haven't been able to find her since her first birthday. You know what the meanies gave me instead? A holy terror of a hellion in curls. That's right, folks. Scarlett is easy no more. Sure, she's still got the long batting eyelashes and ever-present grin, but now there's definitely something menacing in that smile...one could even call it a smirk of sorts. But, one might say, she's still a baby! She doesn't know what she's doing! To that I say, bull crap. She knows exactly what she's doing and finds great pleasure in it. Every time I turn around that girl is going after Georgia to hit her with something or pull her hair (Georgia shrieks the loudest and so gets targeted the most), climbing onto the computer desk in order to throw things off of it, climbing onto the dining room table in order to dump things on it (yesterday it was a box of straight pins (twice) into a spilled cup of juice and a dumped bowl of cereal). She's constantly trying to pull a framed poster off the wall on top of her, chew crayons into little bits, throw every single dish out of the dishwasher, or playing in (used) toilet water. When she's not getting into mischief, she's writhing on the floor in a tantrum that befits a much older girl because I haven't dropped everything to hold her constantly. Then, when I do break down and hold her, she rewards me by constantly turning off/playing with the computer while I'm typing, trying to get her fingers chopped off while I'm cooking, or crushing my makeup while I'm getting ready (if she's not to busy trying to eat the toilet brush). To top it all off, she's bumped herself down to a single 45 minute nap a day. Yeah...it's that bad.
Her saving grace? The fact that she still loves to cuddle and she's extremely happy while mischief-making. I'll take a grinning naughty little imp over a surly, grumpy one any day. Oh, that and the fact that she's still friggin' adorable.
Today's punishment: After I found her splashing around in spilled juice and eggs on top of the table, I held her down and put pigtails in her hair to convince me I had a little girl instead of a she-devil in disguise. Everyone knows that she-devils don't wear curly pigtails and corkers, right?