Really Rose?  Can ya help a Momma out?

This will probably go down as the most physically difficult summer, simply because the messes were not avoidable.  The big girls asked for crafts while Rose was around and that always led to trouble.  She is so fast!  As much as I tried to have everything separated, such as the house baby proofed, things that could cause this on top shelves, something always fell through the cracks that I didn’t think of. 

And this.

 

At least some of the orange made it on the paper!

I made Rose sit buckled in her high chair while the big girls and I swept up the rhinestones.  She wanted to help and would have been entertained to do so, so she wasn’t getting that kind of reward for her behavior.  She had to sit there and watch, bored to tears.  I know her pouty face is cute, but this happened over two weeks ago, and as I look at the pics, I still feel frustrated. 

 

These are the baby wipes I used to wipe all the orange off her body before I put her in the bathtub after everything was cleaned up off of the floor.  As I was cleaning her legs and talking to her, I decided in that moment that I was going to try to make something good come out of all of this.  I kept saying the word “orange” as I was talking to her.  “Why did you mark with orange?”  “This is too much orange?”  “Orange marker is all over you!!!”  Finally, I asked her what color was all over her body, and she happily yelled (like I know, I know), “PINK!”  Standard.  I did laugh about that.  At least she was trying.

Oh Rose, I love you so much!  If I followed you around 24/7 every day, it would be humanly impossible.  You are too fast and too sneaky.  Can you please give the rest of the family (particularly Mommy and Daddy) some of your unending energy!  Since you’re the third child, I’m probably not as consistent with you (you probably get away with more), we’re tired, and you’re so stinkin’ cute!  Mommy will keep trying to get through this phase, but can you help me out a little?  If you read this when you are older, know that I’m totally crazy madly in love with you, and that’s part of the problem.  Your love is blinding… but also, hear me, future Rose, you were a little toot when you were 2, so if you get a crazy 2 year old, just know that you paid it forward on that one, kid.  Love you to the moon and back forever and ever, Mommy