black sharpe marker

i was feeling a bit tired yesterday, so i went upstairs for a little nap. adam was watching tv, and brooke was playing. i must have fallen asleep fast, possibly before my head hit my pillow... and didn't hear my darling daughter follow me up. she didn't bother me, so i heard nothing. she had opened our ensuit and dug around in my little drawer and found a sharpe marker.... goodness... not a good thing for a 2 year old to have... let me tell you what i woke up to. i must have been snoring, because i woke myself up... and i could hear to tv, but couldn't hear brooke... and i know that when brooke is quite, she's into something... remember the black sharpe... well... it was on the wall in the hallway to start... then i found her in her room.. in her closet, on her closet doors, on her toy stand, on the buckets, on her dreser, on her bed, her night stand, and her sheets, a little on the carpet... not to mention her feet, hands, and half a little mustache on her face... i had to giggle. of course she got a timeout, and a stern talking to... but it's all cleaned up. adam painted over the stuff on the walls, and closet doors... and i used the trusty magic eraser on everything else. one lesson learned... that no matte where you hide things, brooke will find them!

ps... im still very much pregnant.