My Uncle recently sent me the following email:
Cup of Tea ..
One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me.
I was maybe 2 1/2 years old and had just recovered from an accident.
Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys.
Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water.
After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home.
My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!' My Mom waited,and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up.
Then she says, (as only a mother would know... )
'Did it occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?
Well personally I can give you much worse examples of what Lyndsey is capable of than the one above let me tell you. Granite my boys are still pretty young, but even in their short lived lives to this point Lyndsey is by FAR more high maintenance than my boys. I'm sure my Mom would agree to this after raising seven of her own children. (Four boys and three girls). She used to say in regards to my sister Katie that "if it weren't for her big brown eyes we would've killed her long ago for all the stunts she's pulled". I now TRULY understand this as I now have a very beautiful little girl with big beautiful long eyelashes and green eyes and she has only lived this long because of it....hee, hee.
Here's an example. I have to hide Lyndsey's clothes in my office closest or she will go through a half a dozen "wardrobe changes" in a day. These clothes inevitably end up on the floor getting mixed in with the dirty clothes somehow which just makes for more laundry for me. So the only solution I could come up with is to keep her clothes in the one room that has a baby lock on the door so she can't get to them. However she has outsmarted me in that she still goes through her dirty clothes and changes into them, and she also loves laundry day because she goes through the hamper and changes into whatever she feels like wearing out of there. I have a bag of dress up clothes that you would think would curb her appetite for changing clothes, but that only works once in awhile unfortunately. This is just ONE example of her "high maintenance" ways. Trust me there is more where this came from. To top it off, my two year old son Thomas copies everything his sister does, so if she changes he gets it in his head that he needs to change his clothes too. He actually can dress himself pretty good for his age and for being a boy. However, quite frequently he ends up with his shirt on backwards and/or inside out, or he gets his arm stuck in the hole where his head should go leading to a screaming fit. All because his saw his big sister changing her clothes, oh and that was just this morning, alas, my day has just begun......sigh!
