Yesterday as I was unpacking and Esther was playing near-by, I suddenly realized I didn't know where Heidi was. Sound the alarm! I called for her and at first got no response. But after a bit I heard a faint voice and was pretty sure she said "I'm under my bed". She still didn't come to me, but I could hear her. Bad news! You know something's not quite right if they don't want to come to you!

Two minutes later, I'm attempting to clean FOUNDATION out of her CARPET. There's no point in explaining how it happened...we all know. Something gets left out and someone gets curious....

I have yet to remove the stain. Not even two weeks into our new apartment. Sounds about right. :) Initiation for our new home. If it didn't know before, it now knows there are children on board.

Any suggestions on the carpet stain?

Fast forward one hour..
Same child...
Really....
But now we're in the kitchen making lunch and she's HELPING. No sarcasm this time. She opens up the fridge to get our the parmesan cheese and tells me that it's next to the "Cookie Butter". What? "The cookie butter, mom. We use it to make cookies. And we put it on toast." O-kay.... So, if you buy BLUE BONNET margarine with a picture of cookies on the front, it now has a new name - at least it will in OUR house.

This is their saving grace. Children know when they've done something wrong and sense a need to redeem themselves (or else...right?). Either that or they're BIPOLAR. ;)

I must add though -- I was really proud of myself and how I handled the incident. I did not yell.