Plunder Bug

This is where I found Mary Clare this morning as I fixed her breakfast. (In Emmie’s bed with her loot surrounding her…a shoe, a passy, and a dog chew toy.) She is such a little explorer and loves to plunder. She loves to pull anything and everything out of a drawer, bag, purse, etc.

I knew the time was coming when Mary Clare wouldn’t be quite so content just sitting stationary in a pile of passies, books and toys. Well, the time is now and I’m worn out! As a toddler, McCanless never once opened one of my kitchen cabinets, and I’m not sure that she even has to this day, now that I mention it. She was just never interested. She never plundered through drawers, or pulled books off of shelves. I guess I never really had to baby proof the house. Until now!

This morning all within about 15 minutes, Mary Clare had managed to pull a stack of pots out of a kitchen cabinet, dumped Emmie’s dog food all over the floor (and tasted a few kibbles), crawled into the bedroom under my bed, pulled some sort of material/stuffing out of the bottom of my mattress, and then found her way into my bathroom and decided to play pool in the toilet! No she didn’t jump in, she just splashed around in it, which may be worse! After each incident, I would take her to the playroom and show her a new toy and try to get her interested…

I don’t get it. A room full of “educational” and attention grabbing toys, and she would rather bulldoze her way through every other room in the house.

Other than plans to buy those stupid, big, ball door knob covers, putting latches on the cabinets, and installing toilet lid locks, I’m having so much fun with both of my girls. Every day bring a new challenge and so many new laughs. Mary Clare is almost walking now and recognizes so many words, but only says a few…or what sounds like a few words. She definitely says, “Mommy” when she cries, and is still quite a Mommy’s girl. She continues to nod and rock when she sees something she wants and is becoming very good at communicating without saying a word. She’ll take her tiny finger and point and rock until you get her what she wants, then flash a huge smile. If you make a mistake, she’ll throw her head back and arch her back and begin to wail. Quite the impatient one, we have.

When she is good, she is very, very good. When she is bad….you get the point! Sounds somewhat like her big sister!! Yikes!

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