Is there any punishment more unbearable than the forced separation from your favorite stuffed animals while they're being washed after you dunked them in the toilet? It's worse than *anything* they could come up with at Gitmo.
So Goose has been very "two" today. She woke up way too early, which made her cranky. (There may or may not be some molars at work. She's been a very slow teether.) On top of that, Grandma had the NERVE to go home - after being here for a number of days on either side of a trip to my brother's.
Her morning looked up a bit after I whipped up some french toast for breakfast. I then snuck downstairs to get dressed. I'm slooooooowly trying to wean Goose - she's down to nursing just once a day, but asks for milk when she gets up both in the morning and from her nap and before her nap, too. Which is why I try not to change clothes while she's around - it gives her ideas!
When I came back up, I heard sloshing from the unmistakable direction of the bathroom. The bear went straight in the washer, I washed her hands, picked up the very wet rugs, dried the floor and toilet and cabinets, and went to change her wet pants and socks. Her cat was on the floor of her room and upon Goose's request, I picked it up to hand to her. Also wet. EEW. I didn't give it to her.
We went for a walk while the Nappies (see why they're called that here got their bath so Goose didn't have to suffer the agony of watching them spin around. I even got them in the dryer while she wasn't looking. The cat litter box was begging for a scrubbing, so I set out to do that while Goose was otherwise occupied. It involves scraping out the box (a plastic tub), setting it outside, boiling a number of pots of water and dumping them in with several squirts of dish soap, and adding a glug of bleach. (Side note - urine contains ammonia, and when mixed with bleach, will create a very harmful gas. Please use caution when you clean anything that has urine on it with bleach.)
After all that, you can see how I was glad that Goose was keeping herself busy. Until I figured out what she was doing - ripping up a book. Sigh. This isn't the first time she's done it, but it certainly is the worst. I've not caught her in the act, though. When I have figured it out, I tell her in no uncertain terms that it's very naughty, but I don't think it's getting through. And I'm not terribly surprised - that's kind of how two year olds operate.
God is good, though - she fell asleep for her nap very quickly, and here's hoping it's a nice long one. She and I will be much better off if it is. :>)