so the other day I woke up... I wanted to stretch my voice a little... so I did.... well mom stumbled into my room with her hair all a mess and her eyes half open and in a quiet and soothing voice said " it's not morning yet, shhh my girl go back to sleep" as she tucked the blankets around me. Well I was quick to correct her " Mom I checked, its morning... I promise... if you would buy me a rooster we could solve this debate right now...." then I thought I would get my point across best if I produced some tears and wailed a little. I am sure she said ok ok... but I haven't seen the rooster yet.
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| so I called my Nana up and said " Yo Nana, Mom just said No to me... could you do something about this" |
The snow finally melted around here ( did you know that winter lasts 3000 years in Canada?) but the glorious thing about the snow going away is it produces this wonderful substance called mud. Mud is every kids dream... we don't want toys for christmas...we want mud... dirty, gooey, wet, brown mud. Mom and Dad bought me a fancy new pair of boots so I could play in the mud and stay clean. They are a lot of fun, but the real fun is dipping into that big, wet mud puddle with my clean white shoes on. I set a goal for myself 5 mud puddles in 5 days with the white shoes. Mom and Dad have been teaching me to aim high and work hard to achieve my goals so I planned it all out. Mom got me out of the car and put me down on the drive way to play with the rocks, like I always do, while she cleaned up the car. When she turned away I ran and jumped in the puddle. Day 1 was a success! However the next day the clean white shoes were still drying so I had to adapt the plan a little. Mom bought me this really nice new outfit and put me in it, while she was getting us ready to go out the door I had a little conference with the dog. I promised him all of my afternoon snack, if he would distract mom as we walked to the car to go to town for the day. The plan went off without a hitch, as we walked to the car the dog made mom look away for a second and I found the closest mud puddle to jump in. Yellow pants turned brown! Success! I didn't get to all 5 mud puddles in the week, but there is always another time!
the life of a teething toddler is hard. I get up each day and work as hard as I can to make as big of a mess as possible, poop in the bathtub, go for a swim in the dogs water bowl, lick the floor, sing some songs, tell some stories, get mom to agree to buy me some things ( don't worry as soon as I figure out how to write I will show her the list of things she agreed to in the last few months) giggle really cute, and give mom a high five and a sweet little smile before bed ( you always need to end the day on a good note). Its a hard job, but someone has to do it!
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| Ah Ha! Bet you didn't expect to find me here! |
i'll be back soon... The teething toddler ( just incase you didn't get it... its me... Grace)
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