Now somewhere in the Black Mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young girl named May May Raccoon...
If baby #3 is a monkey,
than baby #2 is a raccoon.
Oh let me count the ways.

In the past 2 weeks or so, she has managed to:
-get into my makeup, grind blush into the carpet and draw on our duvet cover with mascara
-lather up her hair with lotion
-draw lines with permanent marker up and down her legs
-unload every single piece of clothing from her dresser (this has happened on more than one occasion) and try every single piece on
-draw "rainbows" in one of my books out of my own children's book collection (which I keep separate from the girls' books)
-open up several packages of tights that I was trying keeping "safe" so they could be returned
-smear a thick layer of pink toothpaste across the bathroom counter
-adhere stickers on our hard wood floor
-climb into the baby's crib so she could draw "way up high" on the wall (I'm glad this happened BEFORE I painted the walls)
-flush an entire box of Kleenex down the toilet
-rub deodorant all over her body (this also has happened on more than one occasion)
-slip Ruby's two teeth that she lost into my water glass I keep on my nightstand
I do keep an eye on my child.
Just not during her nap when I think she's sleeping and she's not.
She's just very quiet when she wants to be.
Like a raccoon. A mischievous, mischievous raccoon.