It’s just that she is always in to something. Her little fingers are in perpetual motion, weaving a dance of destruction and chaos with a wake of carnage larger than the Titanic.
For example…
Last weekend, Mike and I went to a fundraising event for Aaron’s baseball team. Aaron and Elyse stayed behind with Grandma babysitting. At some point during the night, Aaron had to poop and he left the downstairs family room to take care of business. But when everything was taken care of, he needed Grandma to help him wipe. This left Elyse in the family room with the cats…ALONE! Now, this is something that I do on a daily basis. Sometimes, you just have to leave her unattended for however brief a period of time, in order to accomplish some task. Sometimes she is good and when I get back she is coloring perfectly in her My Little Pony coloring book. And then there was last weekend where when Grandma got back downstairs to check on her, she found Elyse, her hands covered in blood, holding a pair of scissors, and sitting next to our kitty Bella. She had cut the kitty’s ear with a pair of scissors.
Aaron was beside himself with the need to rat out his little sister and he even waited for us to get home and stayed awake until almost 11:00 to be able to tell us face to face what had gone down.
The next morning he busied himself with getting some photographic documentation of the injury…
Luckily, on occasion, she gives me glimpses of the sweet little girl that she truly is deep down inside. Like the other day when she wanted to paint her own fingernails. I was incredibly hesitant because of the mess and whatnot, but against my better judgment, I let her do it and now I am so glad that I did because I have this image of her that I will keep in my heart for the rest of my life…
2 comments:
First off, that child has the most beautiful hair in the world.
I can totally relate. Lucy is so much like you describe Elyse. I can't help but feel they're going to be more than the average human being one day, though, thanks to that incredible spirit. At least that's what I tell myself when she's pulverized three hard boiled eggs and left a crumb trail through the house so she can "find her way back through the woods."
She let me put it up in curlers for Easter and it was breathtaking when I took them all out.
Mike and I tell each other all of the time that she is meant to do something great one day With a spirit like that I believe there isn't anything she couldn't do. Maybe her and Lucy with rule the world together : )
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