Brooklin is no stranger to her fair share of disasters. She of course went missing and on an everyday occasion paints with her food at the table. The child is no stranger to disasters and accidents and it wouldn’t be a typical day around here without one.
I’ve been making it a habit to check on her every 15 minutes. She’ll play nicely in her room during the afternoons so I’ll stop in to make sure she’s okay and she’s not into anything. We’ve literally scrubbed for three days to get an entire bottle of bubble bath out of the hallway floor before so I really don’t want another mess to clean. She’s curious, adventurous she’s an all around bundle of energy.
Here is Brooklin in timeout tonight. I should have gotten a picture of the syrup that was all over her floor. You can see where I cleaned it up. Thankfully it came up really easy and I caught her 10 minutes after she went upstairs. The syrup she got off the counter which she can now reach because #1 she can climb and #2 she’s tall enough. She sat on her bed saying “Mommy, I sorry. I sorry mommy.” But does she really understand?
How does one child create so many disasters? How do you keep your cool as a parent and how do you teach her these things are wrong?