So, I in no way want to take away any attention to the wonderful time we had with Mattie, Morgan and Grandma Cristi, but I can't help but share with you the adventures of my two year old, Peyton. As you know she broke her fingers a few weeks ago playing with a universal gym. That is just the beginning of her escapades, when Mattie and Morgan came to visit, within about 1 hour of arriving, Peyton and Brennan decided that instead of participating in painting pumpkins again, they would well, paint themselves. I came out to the garage to find them both with their faces covered in paint and Brennan had painted his legs and one arm. I immediately told them to get to the shower so I could scrub off the paint. Peyton went to step in the shower and slipped right away hitting the back of her head on the edge of the shower. (OUCH!) I was standing right there, so I picked her up and already there was red in her beautiful blonde hair. I wrapped her in a towel and ran to the counter, I had yelled to my mom who wasn't quite sure what was going on or where we were. Sure enough she had cracked her head right open. There was so much blood, that I couldn't quite tell how bad it was. She was screaming and in a little bit of shock, I finally was able to see it and it wasn't as bad as I thought, luckily she didn't need stitches, but we were still cautious of a concussion.
A few days prior to this, I found Peyton, well.......the picture will explain it. This was in my pantry.
I have been told to take pictures of these situations in the past, but my rational thinking doesn't always prevail. She has dumped numerous boxes of pasta all over this same floor. She recently took my feather duster and decided to tear it apart and leave the feather remnants all over the office. She loves to get a hold of the wipes and scatter them throughout a room. A few weeks ago she got a hold of a highlighter and highlighted several walls in the house, then spread desitin on the wall with her hands. (Art I'm Sure) Needless to say if Peyton is too quiet for over about 3 minutes, I have learned to go searching.
Last Sunday I found her in the garage with those same (non-washable) pumpkin paints painting the inside of a brand new coat we just bought her. She also ruined the shirt she had on, but I was able to salvage the jeans. I love her, she's a cutie, but she may be my undoing. I just have to say to myself each day what a blessing I have. It's true, I am blessed, but with blessings sometimes come trials. Funny, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Be a joyful mother of children. Psalms 113:9
4 comments:
Sweet little Peyton, I wouldnt have believed it without those incriminating pictures. She is to cute.
Oh my goodness!! I understand a few of those moments that you've had. I'm probably not as calm as you are when they occur though. I hope that I will keep my cool a bit better as time goes by, but I'm not holding my breath!
Oh Paisley, you certainly have your hands full. Who would have thought? Let's not ever let Peyton hang out with with Jackson or Joshua unsupervised, double trouble! Good luck.
Hey Paisley, you have your hands full. What a cute family. I hope all is well with you and your family.
Chad Hewlett
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