I could list off all the things in my life that have impeded my free flowing thoughts on to this blog page or I could just tell you how things are today. Because to be honest…I do not remember what happened yesterday, or the day before but for some reason when I step into the shower I remember EVERYTHING I need to do today.
Side note: I am inventing a shower dry erase board, but it will be a wet erase board and I can write anything I am thinking in the shower down and I won’t forget it…any patent lawyers reading this, please text me.
This morning we woke up at our normal 6:30-7 am time, came downstairs and did our normal happy baby rituals and then it was time to eat. She is eating everything in sight now so today for her the Cheerios, strawberries, yogurt, avocado, cheese and puffs just were not enough. Instead of asking me like a normal human being, “hey mom I am still hungry can I have some eggs maybe?” She threw her water cup on the ground, slung her hand across the high chair, Cheerios went flying (Chauncey was happy) and she pitched the highest squeal, kinda when a pig is squealing for food in a trough.
So I caved into her little act and gave her some peanut butter and nutella on toast, well it must have been because the JIFF was nutty instead of creamy, but boy did that set her off. Now meanwhile, I have not done a thing for myself this morning, to include: brush my hair, teeth, make coffee or pee. You know the normal survival things for a mom to make it the first 5 hours of life in the morning. I just looked at her and with a little inflection in my voice said “Lelia, get back in your cell.” I am not sure what came over me, maybe at that point I had just wanted something for breakfast and was “hangry” or I really enjoyed the scene in Mrs. Doubtfire where he yells that, but either way I was up to my threshold with her attitude. She looked at me like I was crazy, which half the time I am, and threw one little Cheerio at me…one. Not a handful, ONE SPITEFUL CHEERIO.
Now what I am trying to figure out is, how does something so little and almost 11 months have SUCH a big personality already? I know, I know, the apple does not fall far from the tree and like mother like daughter, but man part of me wishes I could ask my mom, “Hey did I start throwing attitude fits and rolling my eyes at 11 months, bc if so Ryan gets a hard pass.” But for some reason I have to believe I was an angel. So this brings me to my next question, “Can I fall out on the floor in public when things do not go my way, or the nutella and PB is nutty not creamy?”
If this is socially acceptable, then I want everyone to be advised when I order chips and salsa and I get chips and guacamole, expect a full out exorcism on the floor.
And just when you think these little aliens have been sent to your life to ruin your body, deprive you of all your sleep and transfer every ounce of poop, pee and snot onto you they crawl up in your lap, put their big head on your chest and snuggle. And that is when you tend to remember you still haven’t peed, but can not move because you might lose this moment. (And to be honest you have already peed your pants a little because it took less time than going to the bathroom)
While I have been typing this blog Ryan has managed to shake the gate to the stairs loose, smack Chauncey in the face while he takes his 23 hour nap, empty her entire diaper bag, rearrange the Tupperware cabinet to equal now the Tupperware floor in the kitchen and climb the stairs, making this short little blog total an hour of writing. Oh did I mentioned she tried to suck the antibacterial liquid from a container when I was not looking. I guess this means she is clean and does not need a bath. I just killed two birds with one stone….right.
How is your Friday?
Last Side note: Also we listened to Lee Greenwood and Ray Charles while I showed her all mommy and daddy’s friends on facebook that are BRAVE PATRIOTS and SOLDIERS fighting for her freedom. Happy Veteran’s Day. God Bless America!