It hasn’t really been that long since Emma tore something up. It’s just been a really long time since I’ve had enough wherewithal to get my camera out and blog about it. I wouldn’t have had the energy to take these pictures and post them if I could have just cleaned the Sharpie off with a Magic Eraser like I usually do. But this stuff stuck around for weeks. I scrubbed it with every combination of chemicals I could think of… all to no avail.
The rest of my house is nice. I swear. It’s just Emma’s little corner that looks like we live in a crack house. And it’s one of those things, that as soon as I clean it up, I know she’s gonna do something else. So here… welcome to Emma’s world:
The first thing I said when I walked into Emma’s room after her “nap” was something along the lines of, “EMMARACHELO’BRYANT! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?”
As she would very calmly explain, she was trying to (wait for it…) measure Tinkerbell and, “Her wouldn’t be still.”
Pesky, cheeky little faery. (And I don’t mean Tink.)
Apparently Emma was reenacting the growth chart we have in one of our door frames. And it might have been cute, in an “Oh, those darn kids” kind of way, if it wasn’t so blasted permanent.
Sigh. In all fairness to Emma, she’s not responsible for the hole in the window.
This happened when Aubrey brought home a pet rock from school. Seriously, she had painted it to look like a mouse, it had a tail and little googly eyes and everything… right until Emma asked to see it while they were in bed.
Aubrey didn’t want to get caught OUT of the bed, so she threw it to Emma. Actually she threw it through the window, but she didn’t technically get out of the bed so she was a little confizzled as to why I was SO FREAKIN’ ANGRY, because, “MOOOOOM, I didn’t get out of the bed!”
For. The. Love.