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Life with a toddler is interesting. No longer can you lay your sweet little baby on the bed or in the bouncer while you get ready. NO...instead you get a crazy little troll rummaging through all your cabinets, drawers, and closets while you take the fastest shower known to man hoping that your little angel hasn't managed to drink any chemicals or escape the house. Below you will find what my precious baby boy did while I tried to get ready for the day...by the way, I'm not sure where Scott was during all this:)

In this pic Jackson has gotten into my mascara. I must admit that I did see him with it but thought that there was no way the little bugger could open it. I guess that I didn't realize that I was raising He-Man. He had mascara on his cheek, in his hair, and on his teeth. Nice!


Now this I can tolerate but I don't think Scott was too keen. Jackson got into my hair accessories basket and began piling headbands on around his neck. I am lucky he didn't hang himself.

Note to self...being a mom to a toddler means that you no longer are able to get ready peacefully. If you want to be clean and radiant, get ready before the troll awakes.

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Anonymous said…
I do remember the days that you used to lay him in the bouncer or thingamabob so that you could shower. Because I'd be over and I'd be scared that he was going to start crying and then I'd have to do something. And we all know THAT would have been scary.
January 27, 2008 at 12:25 PM
Shannon said…
Megan - that is too funny. My friend Noelle has an 18 month old who just did the same thing with the mascara - she posted her pictures on her blog too...but it was her little troll's 2nd time doing it. You would think we moms would learn to put things up...anyway we are still praying for your sweet family! Love ya!
January 27, 2008 at 1:17 PM
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