Today I had a splitting headache. I plopped Maggie down for her nap and crawled into my own bed to try and sleep off the migraine. What felt like seconds into my nap my “mom radar” began going off.

Drifting back into conciousness I heard, in a harsh whisper, “Ethan…. Ethan… you HAVE to wake Mom up NOW!”

I heard Maggie in the next room calling for me at the top of her little lungs.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ethan and Kate go into the girls’ room and I heard Ethan gagging (he can’t stand the sight of blood and other… uh… things). Trying to keep his lunch down I heard him whisper, “Is that… uh… uh…?!?!?”

Kate sounded like she was enjoying his reaction a little too much when she replied, forgetting to whisper, “Yep! It SURE is!”

Yep… my darling angel Maggie, just a day away from her 2nd birthday, had finally proven that human beings are, in fact, more closely related to monkeys than we might have previously suspected.

It seems that when she should have been napping, she actually decided to strip completely, dump the contents of her diaper on the floor, and then pitch the diaper overboard as well. At a loss for something interesting to do next, she leaned over and managed to get her finger stuck in the VCR. This last little stunt is what originally brought Katie rushing into the room and thank goodness she did because this could have all been much, much worse.

Toddlers are strange, weird, little people.