Friday, Dec. 10, 2010
My coworker Mary Beth and her husband Derek followed me home Friday evening so they could use our ink jet printer. Since they were following me, I parked along the street and came in the front door. As soon as I opened the door, I heard Evie say, "I eating a cookie!" She was standing in front of the advent calendar with four candy wrappers around her feet and chocolate all over her face. I could not help but laugh. My first thought was, "Where is your father?" (He was upstairs picking up the den -- at least that's what he claims he was doing...) I quickly cleaned Evie up and investigated the candy situation. It appears she decided to go ahead and eat her candy for the 21st-24nd. She was on a major sugar high the rest of the night.
Saturday, Dec. 11, 2010
I was getting ready to go to my monthly playgroup with Evie, and Blake had run to the store for some groceries. I left her in the living room for two minutes to make our bed and grab my sneakers. When I came out of our bedroom, she had managed to pull every tissue out of a brand new box of tissues and was, again, standing at the advent calendar eating a chocolate bar. (At this rate, she won't have any candies left in her caleandar the last week before Christmas!) I had no one to blame but myself this time. Sigh.
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