Rachel and I had a disagreeable morning today. We went through three diapers, two accidents on the floor (not the carpet, thank goodness), and one pee pee in the potty all before 11:00 AM. I think this girl is drinking too much.
Anyway, we were having some disagreements because she has a terrible diaper rash. She never wants to have a diaper change. She won't hold still on the potty. And she's pretty much just grumpy.
Finally I got her wrestled down and pinned a diaper on her. She threw a wonderful temper tantrum and I sat her on the couch so she could cool off. Once she noticed she wasn't on the ground, her demeanor changed dramatically. She started walking up and down the length of the couches and climbing up on the backs of them and getting so perilously close to the edge that she'd make me nervous. She just likes being up high. And showing off.
After she'd run her course on the couch, I put her down for a nap and she slept like a pro. It was the nicest 2 hours I've had in a long time. I also took a nap.
When she woke up, we had lunch and went to the park where I was told, by a little girl wearing yellow pants and a blue shirt, that Rachel couldn't possibly be a girl because she was dressed in yellow and blue, not pink.
I didn't try to reason with this girl because she was only 4 years old or so and I didn't think she'd understand the word hypocritical. I suppose I could dress a boy in the clothes Rachel wore today, except for the fact that she's wearing yellow capris, which I'm just not sure I could bring myself to put on a boy.
After the girl made a "fantasma whack-a-mole-y" sand pie and gave a sacrificial prayer, addressing Heavenly Father, at the picnic table, I was even more glad that I hadn't tried to reason with her. I'm not sure it would have worked because when her mom told her not to play that game anymore, she was very upset and demanded to know why.
I don't know. I'm not sure she would have understood the work sacrilegious either. Her mother has her hands full. And I thought I had a hard day.
I can't wait what trouble Rachel will find once she can talk...
Neither can I! If she's this funny already, talking will be even funnier.ReplyDelete
I bet Andrew would wear yellow caprisReplyDelete
Our sons have no hope. :)ReplyDelete