not so good at this solo parenting thing

I need to remember that Fiona is like a bad fart, silent but deadly.

While I was up changing Eleanor's diaper, I left Fiona in the family room. By the time I had come back downstairs, she had downed half a bottle of Hershey's syrup. I found her sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor nursing it like a baby bottle.

I went upstairs for a few minutes while I disciplined Oliver and came downstairs to find Fiona had made them pretty! meaning written all over herself and Eleanor with green permanent marker.

I went upstairs during Fiona and Eleanor's naptime to throw in some laundry and found the nursery's door open. Fiona was in Eleanor's crib and had covered them both in Post-it notes.