Nocturnal Supervision

This is what Daniel calls his new style of parenting. *big eye roll*

I left Leila home with him yesterday morning while I took Ava to ballet class with Violet. Leila had been overtired from all of our activity with company in town and therefore acting up like she had been abducted by aliens and replaced with a bad version of herself.

So, I leave the house with Daniel relaxing telling me he has things covered. He suggested to Leila that she color at the kitchen table. Anyone who knows us knows we keep the house clean. Crafts, coloring, anything messy is contained to the kitchen...period. Leila, in particular, knows that she is restricted to the crayons unless told specially otherwise. So it was quite entertaining when I got a rather annoyed phone call from Daniel about an hour and a half after we left the house.

Apparently, he had fallen asleep for "only an hour or so" while I was gone. During that hour, Leila kept herself quietly entertained. By quietly, I mean disastrously. She had decided to get into EVERY single item in our craft cabinet in the kitchen. Daniel said it looked like a craft bomb had gone off in our kitchen.

There was paint all over the kitchen table. She had plastic bowls of water going to assist with any project she needed it with. She had gotten Q-tips out of our bathroom to help her paint like she learned to do last week at a friend's house while making V-day cards. She decorated her shirt with paint and glitter glue. There was mysterious pink powder all over the place like in the cat's water dish and the powder room sink along with the white towel she was using to clean herself off with. Later that night, I finally discovered what the heck that pink powder was when I found the container of Moon Sand in the refrigerator being preserved after she filled it up with water.

My husband did do one thing right, he cleaned the entire scene of the crime up before I got the phone call and made it home. Amazingly enough, she avoided getting paint on anything but herself, a towel, the kitchen table, and paper. My precious, light-colored carpet and furniture was spared.

Because of the lack of any permanent damage to the house, Daniel was quickly able to laugh at the whole thing. He is claiming to be the best daddy in the world for letting his two year go wild with crafts for a whole hour while he nocturnally supervised her. I told him he should look for that reward as soon as he figures out how to pull my foot out of his ass.