The Notorious G.A.B.

Gab is notorious for hiding things around the house.  Already, at two years old, she is a protégé to David Copperfield.  I fully expect to pull into the driveway one day to find the house secretly hidden away with the Statue of Liberty.

I was reminded of her talents this past weekend as the twins’ “fever reducing medication” disappeared completely.  Since they had a slew of shots on Friday, I opted for doping them up staving off the potential of fever with some yummy fruity Rx.  However, after giving Alani a dose, Gab eyed her window of opportunity when she caught me carelessly placing the goods on the coffee table as I needed both hands free to sop up the entire dose of Rx now drooling its way into Alani’s neck folds.  I thought little of her get-away as I’m hip to her secret hiding places.  (or so i thought…the Rx is still missing)

The cabinet area beneath the stove is her hot spot for hot goods.  Most often, I find benign items such as puzzle pieces.  Notice the crocodile ready to be fried in his entirety.  And, then there is the strainer filled with unstrainable goods…one of Gab’s dirty t-shirts, a frog bath toy, and an entire sweater of Gab’s.  That gal can pack it, can’t she?

Gab stepped it up a notch last week when she made off with a freshly pumped bottle of breast milk.  Again, I sat it down for just a second on the coffee table as I turned to unplug the pump.  (yes, unplugged i.e. i’m finally using the $300 electric pump i bought way back when to use for pumping gab’s milk while i worked…the free hand pump that came with the fancy pants electric pump suited me just fine, so i never even bothered with fancy pants pumper…until gab made the handle to the hand pump disappear recently…it’s still m.i.a.)

One guess where the breast milk wound up.