The life & times of ASHLEY!

Hello there Shane's lovely readers!! I am so stoked to be here today! I hope you all are having a good day. When Shane asked me if I wanted to post- I obviously could not pass up the opportunity! I am so terrible at guest posting- for whatever reason. But I managed! So without further adieu, lessgoo! I am Ashley- I am 23, and have recently relocated to the good ole' sunshine state, but my heart resides in Indiana. I am currently expecting my second child! My daughter, Adalyn, is three years old and she has been my full time job since she was born.

We share Jake...he's my amazing, saintly husband.

While he's awesome, he works a ton...thus leaving me with this demon child...she is the queen of mess and menace...Don't believe me?...continue reading....

One fine day, addie was eating breakfast...her favorite meal of the day....

She had mini pancakes this day and she put syrup under her armpits... and no...I did not witness this happening...lets move along...to like I don't know... FIVE HOURS LATER.

Adalyn comes running to me screaming bloody murder in the kitchen. 

SO OF COURSE....

Dr. Spock's Law of Mom-ness says that I too, must freak out as well..

I just kept saying what what what what what!!?!?!? until she told me. ...because in some ways I am still that 16 year old babysitter that doesn't know WHAT to do when a child is in a pickle.

She stops crying and tells me that she put syrup on her armpit this morning and her shirt is stuck. So for whatever reason I am relieved until my Esthetician skills come racing into my brain...

"she had breakfast five hours ago" "there is a cotton shirt STUCK to her ARMPIT" "omg, that one time I got my arm pits waxed it hurt SO BAD...shes going to hate me forever..." ".....quick like a bandaid?" "....water." So I soaked the shirt as much as possible while Addie just stared at me like I was some chinese water torturess. finally we got the shirt off.... But, her skin had seen better days. I did my best to get as much syrup off as I could without hurting her more and then powdered it. the story gets better. So she milks this arm pit thing all day. like all day. I have to continually reapply powder to her pit like forty times an hour...by the time her dad gets home, its not even red anymore... BUT ALAS... it is the first thing she tells him when she wakes up from her nap. and then he is the powder-er for the night... well... Jacob didn't put the powder out of Addie's reach before bed last night. So this morning:

Addie, addies bed, addies blinds, addies animals, barbies, kiki, floor, hair...you NAME it....was COVERED in baby powder. My thought when I saw it was "how is she still breathing???"

You could smell the stuff all through the house, all day. When confronted about the mess, she matter of factly said: I was FIXING it. With the powder. She was FIXING her room with the powder. THANK GOD it wasn't aquaphore, huh!? sheesh. Moral of the story: my kid put syrup on her arm pits...I didn't find out for five hours....and then she antiqued her whole room....and got away with it.

Because she's a princess. What should take away: wear a condom...and if you JUST can't do that...or you failed like me....just say no to messy things. For more like this...come visit my blog: Being Ashley- My life unedited! if you don't get your fill of crazy there, you can follow me via Twitter, Facebook and Instagram! Until next time, Ash

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