Wednesday morning Anni woke up earlier than usual, 5:30 a.m. She turned on her fishy toy, which began playing its lullaby, and she seemed to settle back down to sleep after 10 minutes or so. At 6:30 she woke up raring to go. I went into her room to get her out of her crib and was greeted by the sight of poopy *everywhere*.
Crime scene investigation offers this reconstruction of what must have happened.
5:30 a.m. : Wake up, turn on music from the fishy toy, and have a nice, big poop.
5:32 a.m. : Diaper is full. Overcome with an irresistable urge to remove diaper.
5:33 a.m. : Reach through legs of onesie, manage to undo diaper strips, and pull through the leg of onesie.
5: 34 a.m. : Empty contents of diaper onto crib sheet. Poke hands into interesting brown stuff. Fishy toy music shuts off. Reach up to turn music back on. Fun! Brown stuff gets all over fishy toy. Touch hands to all crib rails, wall behind crib, flower pull toy, farmyard animals toy, and rest of crib sheet.
5:38 a.m. : Have spread poo art in every reachable corner of crib. Getting bored. Pick up diaper and toss over the side of crib. Makes a lovely brown splat on the white carpet below. Examine the floor for a bit. Fishy toy music shuts off. Turn music back on again.
5:40 a.m. : Back to sleep. Exhausted, but happy with a good morning's work.
Needless to say, Anni now wears pajamas with legs to bed, so she doesn't have such easy access to the diaper. I'm dreading the day that she figures out how to unsnap herself. Or maybe one poop exploration will be enough for her. Yeah, right.
Thursday morning I was doing laundry. The laundry room is right next to the kitchen. Anni was in the kitchen, playing with the canned goods, so I went to the laundry room to put in the next load. As soon as I went into the laundry room, Anni made a beeline for the trash can (something mommy does not allow her to play with). She took the lid off and began systematically removing the trash. She didn't get very far before she discovered a box of cookies that I had thrown away. They were the lemon spritzers that I bought months ago on a whim, and which neither Joerg nor I particularly like. Unfortunately, I hadn't consulted Anni before throwing them away, and she clearly disapproved. She began to remove the cookies from the box (and must have sampled at least one, as her mouth was covered with powdered sugar). As the cookies were very crumbly and covered with powdered sugar, they made quite a mess. Anni must have determined that she needed to hide the cookies in all corners of the kitchen in order to save them from the trash, because it took me a good 15 minutes with the vacuum cleaner (and then mop) in order to find all the little crumbs.
I guess she is definitely discovering her own independence. Friday morning she refused to come downstairs with me to have her breakfast. She wanted to play in her play room. As the play room is baby-proofed, I decided to let her have some time to play while I went downstairs to water my flowers that have come under spider mite attack recently. The play room window was open and I could hear Anni playing up there. Then it got quiet, and stayed quiet--never a good sign. Quiet usually means that she has found something so fun that all her concentration is taken up in its enjoyment. These things are usually not allowed by mommy and daddy. I ran upstairs, heart pounding. What trouble could she be getting into now? Had she unloaded the diaper genie? Was she squirting baby lotion all over the carpet? She wasn't in the play room. I looked around. All the other doors upstairs were closed, just as I had left them. I looked closer in the play room. No sign of her. The gate to the stairs had been locked when I came up. Now my heart was really going. Where was she??? I called out "Anni! Anni!" No reply. I looked in the ball pit. Not there. I looked behind the rocker. Not there. After a few panicked minutes, I found her. She had opened up the door to the guest room (the latch must not have engaged all the way, as she's not quite up to doorknobs yet. At least I hope not!) and then shut it behind her and was happily pounding away on the computer keyboard. She wasn't about to give herself away by answering when I called to her. What a stinker.