This morning when I went to get Lavella from her crib, I found her wearing only a shirt. ONLY A SHIRT. And she didn't look the least bit guilty either, which meant....oh yes, you guessed it: she took it all off last night. LAST NIGHT. Wet crib sheet: check. Wet stuffed animals: check. Wet lambie (lambskin): check. Dudes. And we were off first thing in the morning for Bible study too, so I couldn't even get it in the washer before we left. Hurrah. I love the smell of pee in the afternoon. (That actually wasn't the only wet sheets I had to deal with, but I'll spare the details to protect the innocent. I swear I just finished with last week's laundry.)
At times like this, I think: just wait until they're older. Then they'll be the ones cleaning it all up. And then I realize: just wait...and then they won't be making these ridiculous toddler messes anymore. Ah well. Oh! But I can be comforted with the fact that: their children will do this to them! Ha-ha! OK, I feel better now.
Today we brought home another box from Aunt Terry (the post office must not have put all the mail out the last time we were there):
A boy baby doll!
That talks! (Oh joy.)
Lavella loves it, and it took me about 3 hours to find the "off" switch. I promise though, I'll turn it back on for her in the morning. Maybe.
We went to the Eis cafe after dinner to get some cones zum mitnehmen (to go).
I got hot chocolate.
Lavella was clutching the doll to her all the while, and when it fussed, she would say "Shh, shh, shh, OK, babe, it's OK", and other such things that she hears me say. Here she is, looking exceptionally snotty and protective over her baby, which she is holding by the head. With her armpit. Safe. I hope she hasn't learned that from me.
Cute flashback: here's Lavella opening her birthday gift from Aunt Terry last year.
(And for a little trip down memory lane -- should you so wish -- here's the whole post from last year.)