It is 7am and I just cleaned my bathroom.
What a way to start a morning.
If I do not get up and get something done immediately, well, nothing gets done.
Our kiddo has had an awesome case of diarrhea for almost three weeks. I have felt nothing but sorry for her and her little body, but was super excited to see the wiggle dance to the bathroom fizzle out.
In other news, the past few nights have started like this:
Me: “Hey we should go downstairs when Lil is asleep and watch [insert favorite TV show here, not kid appropriate]”.
Brian: “For sure”.
So we lay down with Lillian, spend almost thirty minutes reading her books and cuddling her, looking forward to a little Mommy/ Daddy time, and then before you know it we are staring at each other in the face the next morning. Awesome sauce. When did toddlers become so genius that they coax mom and dad into going to bed, first?
|Rhubarb Wizard Queen, at your service.|
I have been dreaming of Christmas way too early. I mean, I don’t want summer to end, at all, but pumpkin spice lattes and Christmas shopping is already consuming my mind. Something is wrong with me, for real.
This little girl doesn’t know it, but she will be opening up some pink cowboy boots Christmas morning. Would go perfect with this bathing suite. I must prepare for cowboy boot inspired toddler outfits. AKA- tutu, cowboy boots, random old ugly sweater that doesn’t match. I already know she will want to wear them every day. Mom approves.
I have found that if I do not spend a little time to myself in the mornings reading and journaling I am a big, hormonal, mess the rest of the day. So I have been making a point to do that. I learned my lesson this morning. If I don’t do it while everyone is asleep, everyone seems to make a pact. “Hey, Mom is trying to get a little quiet time. Let’s think of the most random ways to distract her for the next twenty minutes”.
And other than these very random happenings, our daughter is growing and talking and using rhubarb as a nose. Last night she discovered my belly button, which is an outie, and declared to my husband, “Daddy, get mommy’s monster in her belly button!”
That is a self-esteem booster.
Lillian says, “We be out!”. Got an exciting bongo music class and picnic to be ever late to.