The Picasso Period....

Sunday was one of those glorious stayinyourpajamasalldayandeatcinnamonrolls type of days. Because it was General Conference so church was on TV, it was easy to do. At noon, Presley went down for a nap. She kept chatting in there. I'd hear her every 15 minutes or so. This went on for close to 2 hours. But. She exhausts me and I needed the break. She wasn't crying or anything, so I let her be. She started to scream and cry after 2 hours, at which point Shawn went to get her. She'd served her time. After opening her bedroom door, Shawn says "Jayne. You need to get in here please. Now." As calm as usual. Only he never commands me to do anything now unless it's urgent. That's his panic word. Funny. I know. Unless he says it. Upon entering Presley's bedroom, this is what he found:

What the?! Her crib is behind her, you just can't see it. How she ended up managing to get into the drawer, I'll never know. How the dresser managed to stay upright and not tip (which would have crushed her chest, or head, or both) was a blessing. You think that's all for little miss mischief? Wrong. That was just her grand finale. The dresser was once full of "you can't touch these things" kind of things like markers and nail polish. Notice how it's empty in the above photo? She'd already used said items and had abandoned them to climb into the drawer. She used them on things like this:

And this:

And don't forget this:

These pictures don't even do her masterpiece justice. She had covered her shirt and pants as well. And her blankets. And the actual dresser itself. And pretty much anything else in her cribs radius. Did I mention the purple marker was permanent? It was. Thank goodness for Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. We did some serious bonding that day. So much for the sanctity of nap time. Good thing she's so cute or she'd be on the doorstep with a FOR FREE sign around her neck.