Mischief

I'm home this afternoon with Mia. She was teething all weekend, getting in her molars. Lots of crying, screaming and drooling, accompanied by a fever. She seems to be feeling better now though. I've had to watch her constantly. In the hour or so since I got home she's pushed a chair up to the kitchen counter and tried opening the cabinets, rolled up her stretchy pants to make "shorts", taken off her shirt and used it to smack the dogs, climbed up on the drawer handle on the bottom of the stove, and taken off her diaper. It's just a disaster waiting to happen.