Well, we're trying.
This morning I had to drive the carpool, so I asked one of the kiddos to put Thelma in her crate before we left. I'm not sure what happened, but when Noah and I arrived home an hour later, we were greeted at the door by a familiar panting and an overwhelming smell. Thelma is either an amazing escape artist, or she never got put in the crate in the first place. The fact that the Milkbones I tossed in there were still intact is a pretty solid clue though...
Not only had she used my living room as her toilet once again, (despite us putting her outside before we left), she'd managed to pull several bags of candy and chocolate chips off the kitchen counter, and had chewed through a few of them, spreading the contents all over the house. (No, it doesn't look like she actually ate any chocolate, she only sampled a few Skittles from what I can tell.)
She'd also chewed through a loaf of bread and a tube of lip gloss, dumped all the books and papers out of my church bag, and somehow knocked down the beloved Wii from a shelf that's about 5 feet above our television. (No word on whether that's still functioning yet...)
And here I really thought we were past that curious toddler wrecking the house stage.
She sure looks cute while she's sleeping though, doesn't she?