Wilhelmina's wardrobe disaster. Wilhemina was lying where the pink legged doll is.
Wilhelmina in 'sweet as pie' mode
devil in disguise
Our week has been challenging. On Wednesday we discovered that our much loved cactus plant had been sawed off by horrible, callous theives. We can't believe this happened right on our doorstep on a main road, we dread them coming back to take the other plant. Several years ago we had both pots and plants stolen during the night. We decided to replace them with hardy cactus thinking no one would be brazen enough to pinch them. But alas, the dirty rotten scoudrels pounched again. No doubt the dodgy scum bags will try to sell them off at the markets, my motto is 'what goes around, comes around'. On top of this nasty discovery our 3 year old Wilhelmina decided to add a personal touch to her family portrait canvas situated next to her bed. This occured when my poor sister was babysitting the girls and was mortified to make the discovery. Wilhelmina was supposedly napping when my sister checked in on her to find her standing on the bed covered in black paint from head to toe with a big smile declaring "ta da!" with black hands waving like it was a magic trick! New rule, no more drink bottles left in her bedroom. Water + acrylic paint = BIG BLOODY MESS AND RUINED PAINTING!!!
Days later after we recovered from the painting sabotage, which is less than likely going to be fixed (have placed in the too hard basket) I experienced one of my worst nightmares... I heard a sickening thud in Wilhelmina's room (luckily baby Ada was asleep in another room but they're usually in there together playing) I ran in to find the wardrobe tipped over with Wilhelmina lying flat and still in a tiny void underneath, it was just like the scene from The Wizard of Oz with two feet dangling out the end. To cut a long story short, I dragged her out unscathed but in shock. I cried in relief then she jumped up and hugged and patted me on my back saying "it's o.k mum, do you want a water?" I was more traumatized than her by the experience, I think Wilhelmina was relieved that she wasn't in trouble! The scary thing is that everything came flying off the top of the wardrobe (cd player, a heavy wooden mirror, a multitude of toys and a tonne of fluffy dust) the room was a shemozzle. It's a miracle that everything landed around her or on the bed and not a thing broke. I thank my lucky stars that I still have the bed guard on that stops Wilhelmina from rolling off of the mattress, I seriously wonder that if it wasn't there, well, I hate to think... The most important thing is that we're all in one piece. I couldn't resist sharing the pic of her wearing the wig which my sister in law dressed her in. Butter wouldn't melt.