Mad Molly gets stuck yet again!!!

Ohhh Mad Mad Molly what have you done now??? Yesterday I was preparing lunch in the kitchen when from behind me I hear, "help me" "momma" in the most pathetic little pip squeak of a voice that she could muster up. I turned around to find Mad Molly stuck in yet another bucket!!! What is with her and buckets. I was going to post this yesterday but the night got away from me and didn't have a chance to and good thing I didn't because the same situation appeared tonight and the two video's say it all. Now you may think at first glance it's the same day because she brought the bucket to the same exact spot as yesterday, but I promise I didn't just go and change her outfit and make her do it again :), that's too much work for Mad Mommy! :) Enjoy

Mad Molly vs. the Eucharistic Minister

The members of our congregation must truly dread it when the Johnston's arrive for mass. Today Mad Molly and I arrive at church only to find that service had been moved to the fellowship hall due to some renovations in the sanctuary. Now most of you must be thinking okay no big deal, been there done that at some point in life, but as the mother of Mad Molly all I could think was "oh great, it echoes in there"! And the AC was broken, so it was hot as blazes in there to boot. So I carefully scope out a seat off to the side, in a back corner with an easy exit/escape route should the situation warrant it and mass begins. So far so good, moving along pretty nicely, Mad Molly is trying to participate in mass by singing "La La la La" every time a song is played. Can't blame the kid for trying, she loves music but doesn't know the words. When it came time to wish peace to those around us, the lovely woman in front of us say "peace be with you, and you little one, I just love your little voice" (now that could be taken one of two ways: 1) she enjoyed the sweet sounds of a little one chirping away in church commenting on every bit that was going on ORRRRRR 2) man you kid never stops talking) but I choose to think it was the first for sanities sake. After all this was a pretty quiet day for mad Molly so far. That is until it came time for communion. Mimicking everything the little boy at the end of our row was doing Mad Molly insisted on being carried. So fine I carry her up the communion line. Three people away from the minister, Molly wants to get down and walk, finally some relief for me and a free hand to take communion, great!!! She begins her twirling in circles as I nudge her forward to the front of the line. When finally it's my turn and the minister bestows upon me the body of Christ, Well doesn't Mad Molly stomp her foot and Yell at the top of her lungs "My cookie?" "Cookie Molly" I try to nudge her to the side as if to say, pay no mind to the tantruming child at my side, I borrowed her, but I don't think he bought it. As the demanding for a cookie continued. The look on the poor Eucharistic Ministers face was one of disbelief (does she really think the body of Christ is a cookie?) (why yes minister sir, she does, she is Mad Molly don't you know) And thus the meltdown begins. He asks me what to say to her, I shyly say "oh just ignore her, she'll be fine" as her insistence upon a cookie gets louder and more dramatic. To which Mad Mommy needs to step into action, scoop her up and take her out our escape route kicking and screaming because there was no Christ cookie for Mad Molly!!!!!!! One just can not make this stuff up!!!

Mad Molly is a future gymnast!

Let me paint the picture for you...Mad Molly wakes up from her very short nap and wants out of her room to come "cuual Momma" (cuddle with Mommy) on the couch. Mommy was catching up on some Tivo'ed Olympic Gymnastics. Mad Molly was totally totally fascinated by gymnastics. She was cheering and clapping when they were finished with their routines. It started with the floor routines and by the time they got to the vault she was captivated. All of a sudden she hopped off of the couch and started practicing what I can only imagine was gymnastic moves in her little mind. Then when I thought it couldn't get any better one of the USA gymnasts stuck a wonderful landing on the vault and Mad Molly must have thought "wow I had better start practicing now if I am to be that good" and off she went to practice her landings. What gets even better about this video is mid practice she saw her time out corner which must have reminded her of something she did earlier today that she did not get in trouble for and sent herself to time out. If you listen carefully beyond the noise of my neighbor cutting his grass you can actually hear her say "go to the corner" and "No hitting" as she sits down. And as you can see by her response to my question to her...every thing is in one ear and out the other. And people wonder why I say she is crazy!!!!

Mad Molly gets really mad!!!!!

This is what happens when you are playing around when you are supposed to be napping. Once again Mad Mommy hears the desperate pleas of Mad Molly as she lays in her pack and play calling for "help me" "Momma" "help" and this is what I found..... Mad Molly with her shirt stuck around her neck and she can't get it un stuck!!! Oh Mad mad Molly!!!!!!!

Mad Molly vs. Naptime

So after almost 3 hours of "napping" in her room, or more accurately saying tearing her room apart, getting caught behind the diaper champ, Mad Mommy coming in to declare it's nap time, looking out the window, climbing on her night stand, jumping on her bed, rocking in her mommy's glider singing Rock a bye baby to herself, and Mad Mommy just about to give up on this supposed Nap time, I decided to check in on Molly TV, the last viewing was a snap shot of the Lullaby in the glider, and I notice two little feet hanging off of the end of the rocker (due to the angle of the camera, I can't see all of the glider on the monitor screen). I snuck into Mad Molly's Mess of a room and found this. I guess all that playing around and her own singing Rock a bye Baby wore her out. So now it's Naptime for Mad worn out Mommy!!!

Mad Molly sense of fashion!!!

going about our evening just fine, for the first time she ate a whole piece of pizza (excellent belly is full for a long nights sleep) she was all dressed for bed with her PJ's on and overnight diaper secure (excellent again..less to wrestle with in the bedroom), and we are heading to her bedroom for a few night time stories and the indepth routine that has become her night time ritual of saying good night to everything that possibly moves in our house (mommy, daddy, Abby, the dead fish, etc) and saying good night includes a hug and a kiss for everyone (I'll leave you with the image of the dead fish to figure out). As we are heading down the hall all of a sudden the little rug rat takes off in the opposite direction exclaiming "oh no..where is it?" (in her best Mad Molly every other syllable way) and this is what she appears in her bedroom door with saying "ok, night night time"








and let me tell you, it was a losing battle to get it away from her...so the score is now even!!!! that is how she went to bed...although Mad Mommy got the last laugh watching her on Molly TV trying to figure out how to lay down with her hat staying on her pillow!!!!! Now all I can say is where is her feather bowwa and her outfit is complete...for those of you who are new to Mad Molly here is a pic from her pre blog days.....enjoy...I love these two pics!!! She was crazy from the get go!!!

Mad Molly talks back

So we are driving in the car the other day and Mad Molly takes it upon herself to start screaming at the top of her lungs..just to hear herself scream. I kid you not...so Mad Mommy says to her "Molly, if you want to go see Auntie, Grace, Emma and Albert.... (because heaven forbid we forget to include their dog in the list of people who will be there...that is totally against mad molly rules of etiquette) ...you need a quiet voice" Well no sooner do I finish my sentence does this little pip squeak of a voice pipe up with "are you kiddin' me?"..................and so it begins..my words come to haunt me. I know I totally say that when she does something crazy or beyond comprehension or beyond what is normally physically possible for a 20 month old but for Mad Molly nothing is impossible and here she is throwing it back in my face. Oh the next phase of life should be interesting!!!!