Trixie went crazy in her room this past week. There’s really no other way to put it. It was one of the days when I thought she was having some quiet time, if not an actual nap. Instead she had systematically taken everything not bolted down in her room and created an enormous pile in the middle of her floor. She emptied her closet, stacked every book, grabbed toys, stuffed animals, blankets, pillows — everything. We’re talking totally pulling a Richard Dreyfuss, and assembling a soft Devil’s Tower in her bedroom. Thankfully she did not have access to any garbage cans.
The mess was so enormous and complete that I didn’t even attempt to clean it up immediately. We just cut a path between her bed and door and let it go for a while. However, it quickly reached the point that we couldn’t find anything in her room. I couldn’t dress her in the morning. I would have no idea where a certain book or toy might be. Finally, we couldn’t find Silky. That was a rough night for Trixie. She’s gone to sleep with Silky every night of her entire life as best as I can remember.
Saturday morning we started cleaning up. It took 3 hours to get everything back in place. But I didn’t even really mind cleaning up all that much. This is largest scale, most unpredictable thing she has ever done. It makes me curious to see what else she has up her sleeve.