Monday, April 25, 2011

Why Elyse and Scissors Don't Mix...

Going back over some of my previous blog entries, I’ve picked up on a bit of a theme; Elyse is a maniac. This concept is not new. I have been gradually working on accepting it and finding a way to cope with it in such a way that it doesn’t stifle her beautiful little mind. But it’s exhausting. The girl wears me out. And the thing is…she knows EXACTLY what she does.


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…

Here you can see that both ears are definitely still attached…

See, two cute fuzzy kitty ears. I loaded her up with Neosporin for days and now I am happy to say that the ear is almost completely healed, but we are keeping the scissors hidden in a combination safe buried approximately three feet down in the back yard twenty paces from the old holly tree stump.

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…

That’s my baby girl; The sweet, adorable, girly-girl who just happens to be a little bit of a booger underneath. These are the images that I will have in my head someday when I am watching her walk down the isle…

By then, all of this craziness won’t matter. She’ll just be my sweet baby girl who liked to paint her fingernails and do all things girly. I want to try very hard to remember that and focus less on the chaos and more on the girl because I know that this won’t last forever. Luckily, these memories will…

2 comments:

Leslie said...

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."

Amy said...

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 : )