I am going mad.
In the ten minutes I spent taking out trash, cleaning the shit out of the back yard and helping Aimee's mom put away a couple of groceries, she managed to spill water everywhere, write with water on two windows with a Q-tip, write on the computer screen with (thankfully washable) marker, get blocks everywhere, denude the couch and loveseat of throw pillows and spread her books over three counties.
She is an already aggressive chimpanzee on crack. I am a deranged father with a headache.
She is an already aggressive chimpanzee on crack.
Has she been getting lessons from Gud's kids?
I think they may be ready to co-teach. It's like Dumbledore's Army, except trade "Dumbledore" for "Bedlam".
Has she been getting lessons from Gud's kids?
Plus some side-helpings from Kara and Clovis. Watch out, MM, or she'll dub you Schmacky the man-pony.
P-C, I'd call it a good sign. Depends on whether there are any repercussions.
MM, I can't offer any help. My policy for dealing with toddlers is to avoid them competely.
The Backyardigan theme song creeps me out. I have no rational explaination for that. I've never watched the actual show.
Barry Edward Lamb Conat?
High-five, P.-C.! Sounds like progress.
MM, how'd she get hold of Q-tips?
P-C - sounds like progress. There will be some backwards steps, but I think the minimal info approach seems to be a good plan.
Deffinately a better call than "white chicks in shorts, Ma, white chicks in shorts..."
