My daughter Sydney, also known as Doodlebug, is hell on wheels. She is such a tomboy, loves to bully her brother's and is known to instigate trouble at the drop of a hat; and she's only 4.
While some memories of her bullying and general misbehaviors are really quite funny (Walking into the house with her sitting on Ashton's head screaming at him to tapout always comes to mind), there are other times she really is exhausting.
Yesterday was one of those exhausting days. While cleaning up after dinner, I announced to Sydney and Ashton that they needed to find the Scooby Doo movie they had chosen to rent from the movie store, since it wasn't in the case. Since neither Sydney nor Ashton knew where it was (of course), I asked them to go look.
After a few minutes of quiet, I heard a thundering crash in the bedroom down the hall. I ran down the hallway to see what had happened.
My lovely daughter had climbed the below pictured dresser and managed to get it to tip completely over onto the ground, along with the television, dvd player, all the clothes, and the movie's that had been on top of it.
I immediately freaked out and sent her to her room so I could calm down from realizing she nearly crushed herself, as well as pick up the dresser and the accompanying junk that she had managed to strew all over the bedroom floor.
She managed to break the tracking on one of the drawers, as well as completely jack up the dvd player. (If you can't tell, the front piece is no longer attached to the body of the player, it still will eject the disc, but it looks pretty beat up)
She profusely apologized, and explained that her little monkey self needed to get to the top of the dresser to see if the movie was on top. Completely logical I suppose, but considering she's a fifty pound child, she probably should avoid climbing onto objects that possibly could fall on her.
She cried, said she never would climb again, and swore up and down that she was not the only one to blame for the dresser falling. Her epiphany that she really is not invincible was of epic proportions. Of course she's forgiven but....
Walking in the front door tonight, looking in the living room, I see Sydney climbing the back of the couch.
What am I going to do with that wild child...