Oh that Hurricane...

I'm thinking of renaming the blog to "Surviving Hurricane".
I would have posted about our adventures yesterday, well yesterday...but I was in shock. I was tired. But I survived.
Most of my 3 readers know that the pack and play is a good thing. Yesterday, it was worthless.
As is our normal school routine, Sophie goes into her pack and play with a toy, her puppies, and a cozy blankie....to watch the video of her choice. It used to be my choice, but I'd rather not get into that.
Sarah and I go to the next room to have school. After about 30 minutes yesterday we hear footsteps patting across the kitchen. Odd. So Sarah and I both sit there looking and who rounds the corner??? A smiling Sophie. What does she say? "hi" and walks off. After I pick up my jaw I follow behind her and tell her to get back in that pack and play, rhetorically of course. But right in front of my eyes and at a pace that seemed unbelievable, she stepped on a tv tray and climbed right in. With my jaw laying on the floor I go over to her wondering why she appears to be chewing something. Yep, she is. "What are you eating?" I ask, sure it's some random Cheerio from breakfast. I stick my finger in because...well....because it's Sophie. I can't believe my eyes, so I smell it...dog food. Yes, my daughter escaped to go have a snack with the dog. "Gross Sophie" is all I can say. It's too far gone to take out, so I tell her to hurry up and swallow it before I throw up.
I walk off to go email my mom's group....I need to know if I *should* be worried. I'm disgusted, but not so much worried. I knew it wasn't a big snack.
I walk back in after about 3 mins and hmmm....."I'm sure I put her back in there."
"Sophie??!"
"Goss mommie. teett." I hear. (that's "Gross Mommy, teeth.)
I scurry to the bathroom to find her with 2 tubes of toothpaste in her hands...one in her mouth. Of course the one with fluoride. A quick breathalizer assures me I don't need to call poison control.
"brut teett mommie, goss." ("brush teeth mommy, gross.)
We brush out the dog food. And then I realize, too, that she's opening any door she feels like now.
I put her back in the pack and play with a stern reminder to "stay here!".
I walk through the kitchen to the school room and peek in to be sure she's not throwing up or anything.
SHE'S GONE!!! and so is all my confidence as a parent and authority in her life.
Hello??? This little stinker is getting out without making a peep, not even brushing the side of the worthless contraption.
"SOPHIE!!"
I find her in her "trouble corner". Oh please, no, it's not where I send her when she's in trouble. It's where she takes stuff to get in trouble with!!!
"Sophieeeeee"....
Here's where God gives the child mercy.
Sophie, when she's doing something she shouldn't, closes her eyes. You know, so you can't see her.
"Sophie, I can still see you."
Sophie then closes her eyes AND turns her head. But continues to do whatever she shouldn't be with her eyes closed.
Good thing God made her cute.
We played the game of incarceration and escape a few more times before I gave up and fed them lunch. Sophie put up one more big fight because I did something tragic like, I don't know....put the cheese on backwards or something!!!
We went to her room where I prayed she would stay in her crib. She was hysterical. "hodt me mommie" (Hold me mommy).
So I did. And she went peacefully off to dream land snug and cozy against her mama. Holding my hand.

That hurricane was in and out in an hour. I was out for the rest of the day.

I don't know what else to say.

Well, except Sarah could not focus on school with all that commotion. :)