My mother in law was visiting this past week and needless to say, she doesn't know all of our no, nos. Kendra had been wanting to sleep with her for several nights but I told her she had to wait until school was out for the holiday. Well, Monday night she ended up hearing Ellen go to the restroom and started screaming to sleep with her. So, Brady and Kendra at 4 in the morning followed Ellen back to her bedroom. Kendra stayed, Brady did not. Ellen said he went back to his room.
For a while, he remained in his room playing with whatever he could find I'm sure. In the span of about 20 minutes I heard the screaming, footsteps and creaking down the stairs. I'm in and out of sleep and figured that Ellen and Kendra had come down to get some apple juice. Kendra always wants juice when she wakes up in the middle of the night. Typical kid. I am laying there in bed waiting for the commotion to stop and I hear the sink on in the kitchen and something that sounds like someone is washing dishes. I continued for a couple of minutes and I could not stand it any longer. Sort of fuming I get up, mumbling under my breath for being woken at 4 am, and quickly walk into the kitchen to see Kendra and Ellen. The lights are on, all of them. My eyes adjust and I glance at the sink where the water is still running. In disbelief, I glance again to only see Brady standing on a chair washing off his hands.
Now, the next 10 minutes go somewhat quickly because I am angry and need to get back to sleep. I look around after removing Brady from his dishes to hear him say, "wassss hansss, wasss hannss." Hmmm, why is he washing his hands. He does not his hands to be dirty, so why were they dirty? HAHAHAHA (grimace)
WOW! I stared in amazement at all this white stuff on the counter to my left. Sugar? How did he get the sugar out? I mean, he did have the chair and could probably reach it but he has never tried before. Then I noticed there was sugar on the stove as well. I began to walk back and forth from the counter to the stove surveying the accomplishment of the moment he pulled off. Hmmm, then I noticed a blue lid on the counter with white stuff on it. That lid looks like the lid to the baby formula I think to myself. Noooo. He didn't get the baby formula out. The new can, I just bought and opened. No, surely no. Glancing back to the stove, I again notice the bottle of oil I had just filled up two days earlier and some spatulas sitting upon the frying pan...and the can of baby formula. NOOOOOOO! I have no idea what was coming out of my mouth at that moment.
Upon inspection of the whole scene he had taken the baby formula, poured the oil into the large can and somehow scooped it out into the frying pan that was left on the stove, got out a spatula...and to my thinking was trying to make pancake as we had been having them for breakfast for a few days. Formula, pancake mix...ahhh, looks the same. LOL I was not laughing then.
What did I do next you ask, at now 5:10 in the morning. I put Brady to bed and told him to go to sleep. I went back downstairs, cleaned the kitchen having a few choice words to several people whom had no idea what was happening and then went to sleep on the couch.
Ahhhhhh, just another day with Brady - an early day mind you but a day.
Lesson here: Brief mother in law on ALL rules of the house. Don't leave ANYTHING of importance where Brady can get it. Don't underestimate the brain power of a 2 year old at 5 o'clock in the morning. :-)
