The trouble with little monkeys is that they are always getting into mischief. A few nights ago Mary Ella was strangely silent (which we all know is bad news) and Chad looked over the countertop and saw this:
I'm certainly glad the oven door decided to bear her weight and I'm even more glad that there was nothing cooking in the oven.
Mary Ella has decided that she loves to "help" Momma do this or that... whether its wiping the countertops, loading the dishwasher (meaning I load it, she unloads it, I load it again) and as of late, feeding Lucy. We keep the dog food in a tall plastic rubbermaid container in the laundry room. It's about her height and she's seen us scoop out Lucy's food so many times that now she has decided she wants to help. So this morning I let her scoop out the food and pour it into Lucy's bowl. We set it on the floor for Lucy to eat. I go back to the sink to finish loading the dishwasher. A few moments later I look behind me to see that Mary Ella has taken each morsel of dog food and placed it in Lucy's water bowl. Lucy's just sitting there helpless; if she could roll her eyes I'm sure she would have. I wasn't quick enough to grab my camera right then but I did notice that Mary Ella was sporting some new bling - bling that she apparently dug out of my jewelry box. This necklace belonged to Chad's Granny. She has moved to an assisted living facility and Chad's family was cleaning out some of her stuff yesterday and they sent this home with him to give to Mary Ella. I put it in my jewelry box. She found it.
This afternoon I decided to start dinner. I am making French Dip sandwiches but cooking the steak in the crockpot. I had just purchased a can of beef broth earlier this morning and I swore I had put it in the pantry where I put all my canned goods. Nope. Silly me; I must've put it in the tent that we made out on the deck this morning... along with a sippy cup, a baby doll, and a can of mandarin oranges. Ha... the monkey strikes again. I came back inside to find this:
Now it's naptime. Ahhhhh.