Last night I was prepping 10 dinners because I'm going to this Wildtree freezer party thingie tonight (I am really excited about it actually...apparently I just LOVE ME a good multi level marketing scheme!) Anyway, it involved touching way more chicken than any human should possibly have to suffer through, so before I started I took off my rings, watch, bracelet, and fitbit and stuck them on the dining room table. It's not a very high traffic room so I didn't really think twice about it (but I am guessing you can see where this is going).
Justin was supposed to be watching the girls but he came in to save me from some especially potent onions that were making me cry. After he was done chopping we kept chit chatting in the kitchen. The kiddos started fighting so he went to check on them and LO AND BEHOLD Lucy had snuck into the dining room and stolen my jewelry. Adriana was wearing my engagement ring (because while she may not be the instigator, she is an excellent partner in crime...maybe I won't cut her that slack after all). Lucia said she was wearing the wedding ring but it fell off.
We spent HOURS searching and my ring is still missing.
Then this morning I made the mistake of taking two minutes to myself in the bathroom, only to find that Lucy was now covered in ink. The tops of her feet were almost entirely blue, and she had lines down her right hand and over her fingers.
[SIDE NOTE...It just occurred to me as I was writing this that both of these incidents could have been avoided if we still had the gate on the living room door. I had a party a few weeks ago and took it down, but maybe I just have the kind of kids who need to be in baby jail at all times.]
Anyway, I was about to put Lucia in time out, and then it occurred to me...she is right handed. So both of the girls were interrogated, and they both kept insisting that the other did it. I gave them a lecture about the importance of honesty, and Adriana starting crying and said "I don't knoooooooow...sometimes I forget things! Maybe I did do it and I don't remember."
Now this is a line that she has used in the past when she was guilty and didn't want to admit it, but something was telling me that she didn't do it. So I looked back at Lucy and asked her again. That
So we got in the car and headed to daycare. Then I did something that I never ever EVER thought I would do pre-children. I played the Santa card. After suggesting that maybe a call to Santa would straighten things out, Lucia started LAUGHING AT ME and said "Sorry, Mama! It was me!"
I told her I forgave her but that it hurt my heart that she didn't tell me the truth. After a minute or two, Adriana also said she forgave her for blaming her, so I thought that it was nice that at least SOMEONE was paying attention to my mama lessons.
But ACK. I forgot how obnoxious little three year olds can be. The constant limit testing, the rages, the lying...if two year olds are like tiny drunks, three year olds are tiny sociopaths. Aside from tagging my walls, Lucy was an especially sweet baby and toddler, but I get the feeling that I'm going to pay for that now.
Anyway, I'm really bummed about my ring. Does anyone have a good lost wedding ring story? I remember cheering when Swistle found hers, and my brother lost his saving my SIL when they were rafting this summer and she went overboard (which, if you have to lose your ring, saving your wife's life is totally the way to go).
Update: I went back and read the story of how Swistle lost her ring and there are ZILLIONS of awesome lost ring stories in the comments. It was a fun read...probably re-read but I have swiss cheese brain.