Silence is Golden?

It is said that silence is golden. I say: Silence is golden unless you have a 2 year old and then silence usually means trouble. Twice this week I have found myself blissfully enjoying a quiet moment and then panic strikes. Where is Rebecca? The first time, the whole family was going through the house calling RE-BE-CA! We finally found her back in our master bathroom with the door closed using Chris' deodorant. Even though the picture shows her using it in the prescribed manner, she also had deodorant smeared all over her face, feet, the bathtub and the bathmat. The second time, I found her up in her room, once again with the door closed, with a jar of VASELINE! That could have been a nightmare, but I caught her before she did too much damage. She did ruin the shirt she was wearing because I forgot and just sent it through the wash untreated. I'm just thankful she didn't smear it all over the carpet.

The second picture was taken when Abigail was two. She had decided to give herself a facial with diaper rash ointment or maybe she thought she would shave like her daddy. I don't know, but I do know kids are a hoot.

Just a quick PT update: Things are going well for the most part , but yesterday I took the girls with me to do my grocery shopping which I really try to avoid. I had probably one third of the things on my list when Rebecca said, "Nee go potty." We had already made two previous potty stops while out and about, so I said "Rebecca, I'll hurry and we'll go home." So I'm rushing through the store trying to quickly get the rest of the items on my list. Unfortunately, they have recently changed everything around at my Walmart and you know how that goes. Well, Rebecca is growing more and more frantic to the point that she is almost panting and saying "Where's the potty train? Where's the potty train?" So I zoom with her in the basket with Abigail running behind to find the restrooms. I whisk her into a stall, hurriedly place a seat protector on the pot and then get Rebecca situated only to hear, "Don nee go potty." To make a long story slightly shorter, I bribed her to take care of business and was finally able to finish my grocery shopping while Rebecca shared her new bag of Skittles with her big sister.