The FLIP SIDE of the Best Meal of my Life.

"For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things." 2 Nephi 2:11

Lest you think that last night was sheer, unadulterated perfection, let me remind you that while Nathan & I were basking in the luxury of Canlis, our kids were home alone. Now, I've got some pretty great kids and I have no hesitation about leaving them on their own for a few hours. Well, the older three, at least.

Adana is another story. Here's what she managed to do in the few hours that her poor brothers were left to babysit her. (No, this was not a reflexion of their abilities as babysitters. She's done this and worse under my watchful care. And no, I didn't take any pictures. I didn't think we needed such evidence available at our CPS hearing.):

(1) She cut off ALL the hair from ALL her Barbies. She's got about a dozen Barbie dolls, and they now each have shaggy butch cuts. Our upstairs looked like a beauty salon after a tornado tore through it.

Me: Adana, why did you do this?
Adana: Because I think they look beautiful this way.
Me: But do you know that it won't grow back? That they'll always look this way?
Adana: That's great, 'cuz I think they look lovely!

(2) She painted Maradona (Micah's bird) with fingernail polish. Hot pink. All over the top of her head.

Me: Adana, it's not appropriate to put fingernail polish on a bird.
Adana: Well, I was giving her a make-over! She loved it!

(3) After the nail polish incident, Micah put the bird in her room and fastened the french doors with a rubber band so that Adana couldn't get in again. She cut the rubber band off.

(4) When we got home and I got Adana tucked into bed, sound asleep, I went into my bathroom to get myself ready for bed. I took off my earrings and went to put them in my jewelry box . . . but it was missing. My jewelry box which contained my wedding ring and the treasured diamond ring which was handed down to me from my grandma - MISSING! I panicked. I asked Jared, Micah & Emma if they had seen it, but they hadn't. So I knew - I KNEW - that Adana had taken it. But where!?! Knowing her, it could be anywhere. I searched the house, but no luck. I went to bed crying, certain that she had taken it outside and dumped it into the pond as crocodile poison. Devastated.

When she woke up this morning, I quickly asked her,
Me: Adana, do you know where my earring box is?
Adana: Yep, it's in your bathroom.
Me: No it's not! I looked there.
Adana: It's in the bottom drawer.

I ran upstairs and searched the drawer . . . and Hallelujah! There it was! HUGE sigh of relief.
Me: Adana, why did you put it there.
Adana (just as calmly & matter-of-fact as could be): I didn't like where it was. I thought it needed to be moved.

ARGH!!