Just a hair after noon, I put The Skink in her room for a nap. When I put her in there, she was wearing a purple onsie with a pink pony on it and some blue jeans.
Throughout nap time I heard a continuing stream of activity coming from the direction of her room, but like any mother clutching to her last few scraps of sanity, I held out hope she would settle down and take a nap. I played a game of Parcheesi with Iraq and helped Broadway with a project he was working on.
Finally after I figured The Skink was simply not going to sleep, I asked Broadway to go up and release her from her incarceration. When she came down stairs, she looked like this:
Apparently at some point during the unsuccessful "nap time," The Skink climbed up on a table to reach the laundry basket that sits on top of her dresser, found her "pretty shirt" and put it on.
Once downstairs she strategically accessorized the look with a Dora the Explorer backpack filled with plastic Barbie fairies. Clearly a lot of thought went into the outfit!
All dressed up and no place to go? Not this fashionista! Nope, she proceeded to write up her shopping list...
And check it twice before directing a cheerful "Bye-bye, Mommy!" at me and trying to escape out the front door which, much to her dismay, was solidly dead-bolted to prevent escape. No matter. She simply grabbed the toy shopping cart and proceeded to load it with a stuffed duck, a talking red Elmo camera
, a knit winter hat and 3 books. I would have loved to get some photos of her on her shopping trip, but unfortunately paparazzi was NOT allowed, and she was screaming at me and covering her face in every picture I snapped .
Oh well... Luckily for me there IS someone in this house who NEVER says "no" to having photos taken!
Throughout nap time I heard a continuing stream of activity coming from the direction of her room, but like any mother clutching to her last few scraps of sanity, I held out hope she would settle down and take a nap. I played a game of Parcheesi with Iraq and helped Broadway with a project he was working on.
Finally after I figured The Skink was simply not going to sleep, I asked Broadway to go up and release her from her incarceration. When she came down stairs, she looked like this:
Apparently at some point during the unsuccessful "nap time," The Skink climbed up on a table to reach the laundry basket that sits on top of her dresser, found her "pretty shirt" and put it on.
Once downstairs she strategically accessorized the look with a Dora the Explorer backpack filled with plastic Barbie fairies. Clearly a lot of thought went into the outfit!
All dressed up and no place to go? Not this fashionista! Nope, she proceeded to write up her shopping list...
And check it twice before directing a cheerful "Bye-bye, Mommy!" at me and trying to escape out the front door which, much to her dismay, was solidly dead-bolted to prevent escape. No matter. She simply grabbed the toy shopping cart and proceeded to load it with a stuffed duck, a talking red Elmo camera
, a knit winter hat and 3 books. I would have loved to get some photos of her on her shopping trip, but unfortunately paparazzi was NOT allowed, and she was screaming at me and covering her face in every picture I snapped .Oh well... Luckily for me there IS someone in this house who NEVER says "no" to having photos taken!
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