Calamity Jane
Reverend Blue Jeans
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I swear if I did a DNA test on my 2 year old, it would prove Lucifer is her father.
I put her in her room for a nap the other day. Read the story, gave her her favorite blanket, turned off the light, and put up the baby gate. (Because a few weeks ago she ripped the door off it's hinges.)
A little while later, I check on her, and she's not in her room. But, her window is open, the screen is ripped to shreds, and she's happily playing on the swingset.
I bring her in, nail the window shut, and put her down for her nap.
Not long after that, I hear noises in her room. I go in there, and she's moving her bed so that she can climb onto it and over the gate.
I put the bed back and put non slip pads under it.
She learned to climb the gate.
I can't keep her in a car seat. 5 point restraints have nothing on this child. She slips out, stands up, and waves at the State Patrolman drving behind me. I pull over, swat her, put her back in her seat, tighten the straps, and away we go. 5 minutes later, she's laughing and waving and standing up in the back seat. I'm thinking duct tape as I pull over, put her back, tighten the straps again and drive off. No such luck.
If she had been my first, there never would have been a second baby pagan.
I put her in her room for a nap the other day. Read the story, gave her her favorite blanket, turned off the light, and put up the baby gate. (Because a few weeks ago she ripped the door off it's hinges.)
A little while later, I check on her, and she's not in her room. But, her window is open, the screen is ripped to shreds, and she's happily playing on the swingset.
I bring her in, nail the window shut, and put her down for her nap.
Not long after that, I hear noises in her room. I go in there, and she's moving her bed so that she can climb onto it and over the gate.
I put the bed back and put non slip pads under it.
She learned to climb the gate.
I can't keep her in a car seat. 5 point restraints have nothing on this child. She slips out, stands up, and waves at the State Patrolman drving behind me. I pull over, swat her, put her back in her seat, tighten the straps, and away we go. 5 minutes later, she's laughing and waving and standing up in the back seat. I'm thinking duct tape as I pull over, put her back, tighten the straps again and drive off. No such luck.
If she had been my first, there never would have been a second baby pagan.