Miss Chevious Moments

Welcome to the first installment of "Miss Chevious Moments." This is a series in which I will recount and display photos of said monkey's destructive, mischievous and some what anarchist behavior spanning the previous week. Hmmm...is "anarchist" the right word?

Anarchist: a person who causes disorder or upheaval. Whoa...spot on. Who'd a thunk I have a two year old anarchist? Rebellious would also be good.

Rebellious: resisting treatment or control; unruly. Anyway, you get the idea. She's a handful. So I will document what I catch her doing and hopefully get a good picture along the way. I find that making photographic evidence of these occurrences delays my frenzied mommy reflex in which I momentarily may lose my temper. Snapping a picture, I feel, is better for mine and Miss Chevious' relationship, and makes for some darn funny posts.

In this first picture, dated 5/4/2012, Miss Chevious hid out in big sister's room while I mindlessly mopped up old sticky juice spills from the kitchen floor. It was here where she started "cleaning" her Eeyore toy by spitting juice onto it and then rubbing it with a wipee. Actually, back up. She started doing that in the hall where she left several juice puddles in the carpet. Then she moved to Hope's room where she spit juice all over the table and apparently her pants. You can't see how wet the table is, but it looked like she pretty much emptied the sippy cup.

Look at that face, so unassuming and happy. She is happy, which makes me smile and makes it difficult to discipline her. It reminds me of when I was little and my dad would swing open the door to the room which me and my three other sisters shared. Making too much noise at night should be expected with four young girls all in the same room, right? He would enter with a stern look on his face and his belt in his hand, ready to snap it for effect, and we would all stare back at him with big smiles and sometimes giggles. After a few moments of staring each other down he would start to smile...turn a little red and then leave. I love you, dad, and now I understand because this happens to Ben and I regularly.

In this picture dated 5/5/2012 (yes that IS one day later), Miss Chevious shows off more of her table manners. The child is hungry. She is a good eater, not too picky, but she knows what she likes and wants and thank goodness she can communicate well enough to let me know without my making 50 guesses. Here she eats Frosted Mini Wheats cereal, her favorite. When she's had her fill she takes the last bite, usually right out of her mouth, squeezes it in her hand until all the milk, and saliva has dripped onto the table and her clothes then she places the lump next to the bowl. I am guessing she learned this next trick from her brother or sister cause I didn't teach it to her, and no I didn't teach her to take her food out of her mouth and squish it either. She lifts the bowl to her mouth and drinks the remaining milk, but of course not without it streaming down the sides of her chin and down her neck getting her all sticky. You can see below that sometimes she can fit her whole face into it. I'm not sure if that is the most effective way of drinking milk from a bowl but she seemed to succeed.

Sometimes instead of drinking it she will splash in it like it's a rain puddle until she sees me coming and then she will say, "no, no, no" and try to run away with the bowl.

In this next picture, taken the same day, Miss Chevious runs around with Hope's tortilla on her head, dropping it on the floor a couple times, picking it back up and placing it back atop her little hairless head. At least it was a plain tortilla instead of a bean burrito, right?

In the picture that I did NOT get, you would see Miss Chevious running around the dining room and family room with two empty corn cobs (hers and Hope's) clinching them tightly in her fists so that the milk from the cob can rain on our already yucky carpet. Finally, she throws them across the family room. Why? I do not know. Perhaps she no longer needed them as microphones which she was using to serenade the family during dinner time. She also pretended to use them as harmonicas. I did find corn kernels in her diaper while I was undressing her for her bath. Sometimes I find the weirdest things in there - things that shouldn't be. Like toys, wood chips from the playground, what ever she had to eat that day, and sand. If if I remember correctly, one night I found a crayon. She likes to put things down her shirt (thank goodness she got over putting things down mine) and I guess sometimes it just makes it's way to her diaper. A little random piece of information for you, but it's been a long day, so I'm aloud to ramble.

I just started documenting on Friday so bear with me as this new series develops. And on that note, look at what she can do in just two days! Of course there was lots that I didn't mention, like scribbling on the wall with a pencil, using mommy as a jungle gym while I was trying to rest on the couch and a couple of grabs at the powder on her diaper area while I am trying to change her. She does that last one purely to annoy me.