Trouble with a capitol T and that rhymes with P and that stands for... Potty

Ivey is a mess. A MESS! When you flush the toilet, she flies as fast as her little hands and knees will carry her, hoping all the way that it will still be open when she gets there. If someone happens to leave the lid up, it takes about .2 seconds to realize it... the sounds of gleeful splashing fill the house. Vile. The only thing that comes close to the toilet is... toilet paper. Oh, what fun can be had if someone leaves the toilet paper a little too close to the edge of the counter!

Ivey pretty much spends her day moving from one cabinet to another, checking each for any vulnerability that she can exploit. The cabinets that hold the dangerous things are locked up, of course, but I actually leave a select few cabinets unlocked just because it keeps her entertained. We homeschool, she rumages the tupperware and cereal cabinets. Actually, the cereal cabinet extraveganza has recently come to an end after she has moved on from simply taking hte boxes out and now must reach in the boxes and rip out the bags in order to entertain herself. She went crawling through the house withher arm stuck in a box of Life cereal today, leaving a train of cinnamon crumbs in her wake. We now have cabinet locks on that one.