My Daughter Cannot Be Trusted

When Jenny wakes up from her nap, the first thing she does is poop in her diaper. Then she proceeds to play. She throws all her stuffed animals (she MUST sleep with pooh bear, funny bear, dollie, and elmo) out of the crib. Then follow her blankets. Then she likes to bang the crib on the wall for a bit or reach her skinny little arm out of the slats and see if she can grab a new toy to bring into the crib.

When all of these activities are over, she needs to be a little more creative in entertaining herself in the 60 seconds before I come in and get her. So she proceeds to undress herself. Remember the poopie diaper at the beginning of all of this? Yeah. That is why she cannot be trusted.

Yesterday the first signal I got that she was awake was her plaintive little voice saying "Not working! Not working!" I went in to find her with no socks and no pants. She had managed to unsnap the back of her turtleneck/onesie and shoved her arms out of the neck. She had that shirt down around her waist, but had not yet succeeded in unsnapping the crotch. I'm just glad I got there in time, this time.