Wile. E. Madeloon

This morning, Madelyn did her best Wile. E. Coyote imitation.  There's nothing more satisfying in her life (well, other than being held by Mama or Baba) than aggravating Isaac with strategic denial of service attacks.  Today's attack: after I carried her into Isaac's room after waking her up (Mama had left for an early morning meeting, leaving hapless Baba at Wile E.' s mercy) and changed her pullup, I asked whether she wanted to be placed in the Lazyboy or sit on the bed to watch me get Isaac up/change his diaper.  After learning that her preferred choice, to be placed in Isaac's crib and repeatedly jump up and down all over his bedding while he's getting changed and looking on irritably at the destruction of his carefully chaotically arranged linens, wasn't going to happen, she elected to be put down on the carpet.

Seconds later, just as I finish changing Isaac, I hear a crash, and look up to see that she has knocked half of Isaac's books onto the ground in search of "I Love Trucks!", his current favorite.   I calmly inform her to start putting the books back on the shelf (and to her credit she does), and as I'm turning with Isaac in my arms to take the gang downstairs for breakfast, she finds the truck book and yells "Madelyn book!" and runs full-tilt into me as she's trying to take the book into her room to hide it from Isaac.  At this point, insult adorns injury, as I turn the tear production to "waterfall" and tell her as she's assessing the fact that she's on her derrier, and not in her room, to put the book back on Isaac's shelf.  As she's crying (from the insult, there was no injury) as I carry her and Isaac down the stairs, the clueless Isaac tries to rub her back sympathetically, unsure of what happened but sweetly trying to soothe her.  Which is why he was surprised when she slapped his hand away, yelling "NO! Don't touch!"  I don't think either of them understood why I was laughing...

And Isaac?  He lies.  If you ask, "Isaac, did you toot?" right after a frog slips out of his onesie, he'll point at Madelyn and go "No, Mei-mei."  That's right, son,  - Whomever smelt it, dealt it.

Finally, in an unexpected act of kindness and graciousness, Madelyn has started saying "Thank you Mama cook" after particularly tasty suppers.  Isaac signals his approval of a particular meal by clearing his plate in half the time it takes Madelyn, handing his plate to Baba (success!  Occasional, and after multiple time-outs for tumping his plate over or tossing it onto the ground, but sweet nonetheless!), then attempting to max out his diaper's capacity.  I don't envy our Sanitation Crew...