"She's still sweet, but in an evil way" -Eddie

That about sums up my [almost] 3 year old.

This little girl about gave Mom and Dad a heart attack today when she decided that she would have some fun exploring outside the house, unbeknownst to her parents. I was upstairs, cleaning the bathrooms while the kids were downstairs playing with Dad. She had completely stripped herself of all clothing and was playing in her room, when I sent her downstairs for a less stinky diaper. Dad thought she came back upstairs with me. I assumed she was still playing with them downstairs. I even heard the front door open, so I just thought they were all going out for a bit. I should've known, but then she's never done that before, so why wouldn't Dad be with her? So next thing we know, some old gentleman comes to the door and asks if we're missing a child... and that's when Ed asked if Carissa was with me. And of course, she wasn't. Talk about feeling like crap. Not only did she sneak out without us knowing, we didn't even notice she was gone! She was just walking around outside, nothing by a diaper and her shoes, since she knows she can't go outside without those... forget the whole "Don't go outside without Mom or Dad" rule!! The military police was forgiving (since this is NOT a regular thing) and Carissa is completely oblivious to what she did wrong.

(This video was originally going to show how stubborn she can be about using the potty, but would you know she actually went? Maybe that's how I should go about it... pretend to videotape her each time... hmm...

but don't pay attention to her nakedness. The best part is Lexi's part anyways)

So we will be deadbolting our door from now on and looking into other methods when she figures out how to unlock that as well. 

This is also the same child who I keep finding out in the parking lot at surf group on Thursdays whenever I go somewhere. Fortunately, I was in the parking lot last week to catch her before she made it too far, but the week before I was returning a surf board we rented, and she just assumed I was in the parking lot... and again, an old man brought her to me.

The moral of this post: I can't let this child out of my sight... even when someone else is watching her!

My friend and I have decided it must be that stock of children that were born that year because her most challenging child is only 3 weeks younger than Carissa... and just as cute! Their nursery leaders must be receiving extra blessings for putting up with some of our children!