About Carrie: A Day in the Life

Carrie is so clever she doesn’t even know she’s clever….
I don’t feel very clever today. I’m really struggling over here. I keep sitting down to add on to what I’ve written and it’s just not happening. Come to think of it, I could probably tell you why I’m NOT clever. All from the past two days, too.

• Reid figured out how to turn the key in the lock, let himself out, and got on his big wheel in the driveway before I realized where he was (this took at most 30 seconds).
• Prior to this, Reid figured out that he could untangle himself from the safety belt in his high chair and stand up in the chair, thereby giving him great access to a countertop in the kitchen (above which lives our crystal goblets and 2 fish, among other things). All this was accomplished as I was unloading the dishwasher five feet away. Talk about quiet.
• Lilly pretended like she was Swiper the Fox and hid my shoes and my earrings. Found the earrings, have no clue where my shoes are.
• I neatly folded all of Reid’s pants and put them in a drawer in his dresser. He not-so-neatly opened up the drawer and threw them all over his room.
• Lilly very politely asked me for some fruit snacks, which she then took to her room and used to decorate.
• Lilly’s friend Davis brought a box of crayons over. Somehow said crayons ended up in my living room, and Reid got his paws on one and colored my coffee table. Did I mention these crayons are not the washable kind?
• I took Lilly and Reid for a walk this afternoon with my friend Alison and her baby, Sam. Sam and Lilly were angels. Reid threw a screaming fit for three-quarters of the walk. Bonus: we didn’t surprise anyone in front of us. They could all hear us from half a mile away.
• Reid figured out how to unscrew the cap on a bottle in our recycling bin. Outside. Then he tried to drink the few drops of Fresca that remained in the bottle. Not very sanitary, but better than the dog bowl. I think.
• Our neighbor rang the doorbell right before bathtime to bring us some muffins she’d made. I had stripped Reid down to a diaper when I heard the doorbell and ran to see who was there. He chased after me, but only after he had ditched his diaper. He streaked by my neighbor and her six-year-old, then hopped on his big wheel and tried to ride down the driveway. Thank the lord it was dark and my next-door neighbors weren’t home.

I’m starting to understand why my brain doesn’t work very well. I’m also starting to see that I sound like a deadbeat mother who doesn’t pay attention to her ankle biters.
- Carrie, loving mom to Lilly, 3.5 and Reid, 20 months