Starting at the very beginning of the day, she wouldn't let her mom change her diaper. Apparently the child planned to take care of it herself later because I found her in the family room, soggy overnight diaper tossed to the side and she was trying to get a new diaper fastened. She had the right idea, just couldn't get the tapes unfolded.
Okay, Grandma can help you. Then she didn't want her leggings or socks back on, and I'm sure not going fight about that. But in a little while she appeared with the leggings on and the socks on upside down.
Nice work!
Later we knew when she was ready for lunch and even what she wanted to eat because she brought us a sauce pan from the cupboard and a box of mac and cheese from the pantry.
Sounds good.
Then after lunch her aunties thought she should get dressed, and they're right. That's a good time to get out of pajamas. Well, she didn't want their help, and I could hear the girls chasing her to where I was sprawled on my bed watching House Hunters. The baby was irritably yelling back at them, "No! No!" She ran in the room wearing only a onesie with the snaps flapping AND a pair of Dora garden gloves.
Okay, that made me laugh. I helped, and we did get on clothes, but the gloves fell off along the way and when Grandpa handed them to her, she just slapped them out of his hand.
Well. Nevermind.
She also pushed a kitchen chair over to the washing machine, threw her snow pants in and put soap on top. It's fine. We do laundry constantly, just added some more and who knew the snow pants were even dirty?
And so this very, very cold Thursday was spent doing absolutely nothing except goofing around and being entertained by a sassy little squirrel of a girl.
It was lovely. Onward--tomorrow is Friday, which is always a great day. love, Val
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