I came into the bathroom the other night to find this...Gracie happily playing in my make up and covered in my mascara and quickly running away from the crime scene. Rob couldn't resist taking a pic before we cleaned her up. Yeah, it's cute people, when she's not yours!! Don't get me wrong, I love this little face, but don't let the sweetness of it fool you. Gracie is what you would call, diabolically cute...emphasis on the diabolical. I know Rob was a handful as a kid, but I've been meaning to ask my mother-in-law if Rob(by) was a huge handful that she couldn't take her eyes off of when he was a toddler. I think Gracie has a lot of him in her!
Every time she disappears for awhile, and all is quiet, I know she's getting into something she shouldn't. It doesn't seem to matter where I put things, she somehow finds a way to get to them. I've put dangerous things out of reach, but with so many other things that I need available it's such a pain, (and since we're renting, we're not allowed to put up shelves and make holes in the walls) so I've given that battle up in a way...and this is the result.
She did however, manage to get the mascara on her right eyelashes, pretty evenly actually. She obviously put a lot of effort into it!
Ah well, what else can we do but embrace the madness.
