Leah has an adorable growth chart hanging in her closet that we have her stand against and then pencil in a little mark noting her height along with the date on the wall. We hadn't measured her since August (where has the time gone) so I thought today was the perfect day to see how much she has grown! I keep a little pencil in her armoire so that it's handy for this exact moment! She willingly cooperated and stood against the chart and then watched me pencil in the date on the wall but then INSISTED on having the pencil and making her own markings on the wall. I, of course, did NOT give her the pencil and just let her throw her quick little fit until she moved on to something else. The morning continued on and I thought absolutely nothing else of the morning measurement until I walked in her room and noticed her closet door open and these on the floor of her closet:
You can only imagine what she had done with these crayons!


I could not believe it! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry! She just wanted to draw on the wall like Mommy did so I couldn't be angry. All I can say is thank goodness for washable crayons! I scrubbed the wall, returned the crayons back to the easel in the kitchen and went on about my day. About an hour later I returned to her room putting things away and again found the closet door open, crayons on the floor and this on the walls:

Man on man! That girl was bound and determined to leave her mark on the closet walls! I scrubbed the walls again, returned the crayons to the easel and had a nice long heart-to-heart with Leah about only coloring on paper! I told her that only Mommy and Daddy can color on the walls!
And, as if this wasn't exciting enough.....later on in the day Luke was hanging our diaper bag/purse/coat rack back on the wall (my purse must have been just a little too heavy) and Leah wanted to help. She was playing with the stud finder. She thought it was a phone and was calling Nana on it. I can't even remember what triggered what but she got upset about something (probably because she couldn't have something that she wanted) and threw the stud finder at her daddy. We asked her to hand it to Daddy and she again picked it up and threw it at him. We gave her one more chance to hand it to Daddy nicely but again it was thrown. Guess what this meant.....her very first trip to time out. She actually sat down (with monster tears of course) and sat nicely and then I figured out it was because Sesame Street was on the tv and she had a front row seat from her time out spot. I quickly turned off the tv which meant more monster tears and a girl jumping out of time out. I wanted her to sit there for one minute so I got her and sat with her and had a little discussion about why she was there. She then had to give Daddy a hug and tell him that she was sorry for throwing the stud finder. I know we have many more trips to time out ahead of us for little Miss Strong Will!
And, to top off our day, tonight while we were sitting eating dinner, Leah pointed at me and said "Mom" and then pointed at Luke and said "Dad". We have never ever ever referred to ourselves as simply Mom and Dad. This kind of made us a little sad because we want her to call us Mommy and Daddy. We kept telling her we were Mommy and Daddy but she would say "Mom" or "Dad" when we would ask her our names. Who knows where she learned this! I hope to be called Mommy tomorrow!