So rumor has it that the terrible twos don't wait until two years old to start, but can start anytime after a kid's first birthday.
By no means do I think that Addison is 100 percent immersed in the terrible twos...but she may be dipping her toe in the pool. It used to be that when I would take something away from her that she shouldn't be playing with, say a pair of scissors or a cork screw, she would shrug and move on to another toy. These days she much prefers to throw herself down on the floor, crying and spitting, to kick her legs and flail her arms. It is quite the lovely sight. This happens most often in my bathroom.
Andy and I are relatively bad parents, and we have never gotten around to "baby proofing" the cabinets and drawers that hold such lovely thing as Benadryl, Sudafed, Advil, Tums, eyeliner, eyeshadow, Listerine, Q-tips...You know, all the good stuff. I try to shower while Addison is napping, but that is often a failure, as she tends to wake up right before I head up make myself smell pretty. I usually end up bringing her into the master suite with me, armed with toys and books and hoping (fruitlessly) that she might stay in our bedroom and entertain herself for the five minutes it takes me to scrub up.
Inevitably she pushes into the bathroom and bee lines to her favorite play zone ~ our cabinets. This always inspires me to scrub faster, but by the time I get a towel wrapped around me she has found a treasure chest of drawers.
Yesterday I found her with brown eyeliner across one cheek and concealer streaked across her forehead. Three days ago she had pink socks from opening up some eyeshadow, dropping it on the floor and then dancing in the crumbs. Today she found our stash of extra toothbrushes and was diligently attending to her oral hygiene. There is always an army of pill bottles lined up on the tub's edge, and I often find our brush in the closet.
Today after being repeatedly told no and redirected to the bedroom she melted down. She laid on our floor screaming and blubbering and pounding her fists...During this tantrum all I could think about was how nice the shade of green eyeshadow she had dusted across her face made her eyes look.
With that said...I think I am going to go try to baby proof the bathroom. It will save my sanity and her skin.