And One Step Back...

So the other day I posted a blog about Linda and how much progress I felt like she was making. I should've known better, it is a sure fire way to jinx myself. For her birthday i wanted to do something really special for her so I went on Craigslist and found a really nice victorian style dollhouse. Kimmie and I spent hours on it making it perfect. We fixed pieces and bought scrapbook paper to line the walls with. I bought her some really expensive, to scale furniture for it, and so did other family members for her birthday.

She loved it and I was so sure she would treasure it. Wrong. When I got home from class last night, Jake met me at the door looking defeated. I asked him what was going on and he said to go look on the table. There on the table sat every single piece of dollhouse furniture...broken. And not just accidently broken, pieces pulled apart, the food that was glued to the plates had been pulled off, the legs were broken off, doors pulled off of their hinges, foam pulled out of the mattress, it was crushing. The actual dollhouse itself had pieces of shingles pulled off, the paper ripped, I was appalled..and angry. Why would she do this? I don't understand.

She is destructive with everything. She has ripped off the tags from all of her new clothes so they have holes, pulled the sequins off of her dress up dresses, bitten off decorative photo frames, picked the stitches apart off of her comforter and pulled the fluff out, and the list goes on and on. I don't know if it is to be malicious, or if she just has some weird compulsion to pick things apart. It is so frustrating, and I don't know what course of action to take for discipline. For now she has lost the dollhouse, but it won't change anything. I am just so at a loss sometimes.