This week, Amelie has been a toddler. Big surprise, I know. She has learned to wait patiently and once you relax your guard because you think she's being good, she swoops in and grabs. She has poured out handfuls of shampoo in the bathroom and dish soap in the kitchen. She has dumped a casserole dish off the shelf in the fridge and splattered it all over the floor. She stares intently at anthills and then sweeps them into destruction with her hands. She has placed a bunch of cleaning products in the bathroom sink and turned on the water. She has opened my purse, swiped a stick of gum, and taken a huge bite out of it - wrapper and all. (That was not very fun to fish out of her sharp little teeth.) She has climbed on the dining table countless times and learned how to climb onto the tall back of our couch.
I keep thinking that if I simply make a good enough effort, I can cook with her as an activity, and she keeps toying with me. Just when I think we've made it, she grabs the food or dishes off the counter. She turns the dials on our oven (that is very bad!). And her favorite? Sweetly helping me stir with one hand and then suddenly darting her other hand straight into the bowl for a handful of whatever is in there. Every time.
It has been a very exhausting week.
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