Uh-oh

Anika can now open child-proof medicine caps.

She busted into her princess gummy vitamins and had them all spread out on the couch tonight after bath time, and I asked her how she got it open. "It's easy, mama!" she said, then showed me how.

We immediately moved all medicine from our medicine cabinet (which she routinely rummages through) and hid it. If you're at our house and you have a head ache or need a band-aid, it may take me a few minutes to remember where to find the Tylenol or first aid kit. I figure this is our only option, however, given the circumstances.

She also took apart her doll crib today (the one I put together the Christmas she turned one with lots of frustration). Without a screwdriver. I'm not really sure how this happened.

Yesterday, the babysitter rang the doorbell, but I was using the hairdryer and Armando was putting on his clothes. Neither one of us heard the doorbell thanks to said hairdryer (reason number 56 why I hardly ever use one), but we could hear the garage door opening when I turned the hairdryer off. We both sped to the garage and there were the kids, standing on the counter in the garage (thanks to a stool they'd dragged out from their bathroom), happily pressing the button to open the garage door. "Cerina is here! We wanted to let her in!" they said. I had locked the door to the garage before heading to the bathroom to get ready, but apparently Anika can also open bolted locks.

I am unsure how our genes lasted this long along the evolutionary timeline, when our muchkins clearly want to destroy themselves. All kidding aside, though, it's nice to know they are smarty-pants and curious and interested and self-directed. They could probably inspire an entirely new Montessori curriculum. I am already tasting the humiliation I will experience when attempting to help with physics or geometry homework.