Yay for Mondays.

My darling second daughter has long considered the trash can her own personal toy box, and after first discovering her walking around the house with dripping raw egg shells and then finding the contents of the vacuum strewn all over the carpet mere moments after I'd finished vacuuming, a trash can with a lid was deemed a necessity.

 Of course that didn't stop her from figuring out new ways to play with it.
Actually H has had quite the productive day (in addition to reclaiming the trash can as her play thing.) She has:

Emptied out the entire DVD drawer, as well as removed some of the DVDs from their cases.

"Helped" me empty the dishwasher and in the process re-broke its top drawer.

Got herself into the spare room and pulled all of Seth's current tinkering project materials onto the floor (and taste-tested them!)

And had a meltdown because she wanted my baked potato instead of hers, even though I had prepared them the exact same way.

Not pictured:
-Finding the one cabinet with the broken child lock and throwing my glass dishes onto the floor (which miraculously did not break.)
-Made the exciting discovery that if she dipped a wad of toilet paper into the toilet and then squeezed it, it dripped water everywhere!
-Taking all the shoes out of the girls closet.
-Dumping T's full bowl of soggy cereal all over the carpet.
-Throwing eleventy-billion tantrums because I kept taking away her "toys" (AKA everything she is not supposed to have.)

I'm so proud to have such an accomplished daughter.