Satan’s Handmaiden

By tomorrow, I probably won’t mean this, but it was quite the afternoon/evening with Piper.

Piper is the undisciplinable child.  She is so darn cheerful that there is little we can do in the way of consequences that has any effect on her. 

Today she got so good at taking off her door handle (the slippy child-proof cover that keeps children from opening doors) that she could remove it faster than I could put it on.  After no nap and doing  at least one hundred things that drove me crazy, including picking up her baby brother and then dropping him… IN THE BATHTUB, I put her to bed an hour early.  But I couldn’t keep her there.  Here was my solution.

I had to add the second box after I caught her back in the bathroom, back in the bathtub while my back was turned.

I suspect this blockade only worked because she was exhausted and lost consciousness before she could regroup.

 

So I took the camera around to capture the reasons I even have children.

Here’s reason #1:

Reason #2:

 

And fine. Reason #3:

 

And here she is the evening before with her current favorite person, Uncle Keith, Aunt Julie and Parker.

Oh, isn’t that sweet?!  She’s not trying to drown her cousin. 

This is a good moment, too.

 

In about 7 hours, we’re going to have a fresh start, baby.  Time for me to go to bed.