The Dreaded 2-4 Shift

Some days, during the time when she would previously take a nap, Rebecca just snaps. Give her a little alone time? This is what happens if she's not kept busy/supervised during the 2-4 time slot I've come to dread. She wedged herself between the changing table and wall and managed to push the table out far enough to open the cabinet I had previously kept blocked off with the aforementioned table. The cabinet was storage for all the random ceramic things/glass picture frames that were no longer safe in their former locations. I told her the pictures were to serve as proof to Dad about how big of a mess she'd made, then went to put the camera away and stifle a giggle before heading in to clean up the mess. That gave her just enough time to have the ducks start kissing each other, causing the larger to lose his head. Oh well---I hated those ducks anyway.