Giggles

I love Baby-C giggles in the morning.

It was a particularly long night last night, I went straight from work to class and didn't get home until 10. Big Daddy picked Baby-C up from the sitters last night, so the last I saw of her was when I dropped her at the sitters in the morning, late as usual.

I was secretly pleased when she woke up early this morning, just as the coffee was brewing. I scooped her up from her bed, and we cuddled on the couch as I sipped my coffee and she chugged her milk. I then partook in one of my favorite morning activities of tickling Baby-C to the point of wetting her pants (if she wasn't still wearing diapers). Have you ever noticed how toddler giggles have a certain 'je ne sai pas' of happiness, joy and carefree living?

It was a particularly peaceful and rejuvenating morning after such an exhausting day.

A day of sleep...

It's already been a rough day for Baby-C and I. I managed to drag myself out of bed bright and early for my morning run (we managed to squeeze in a good 3 miles...not bad!), get home make coffee, and run up-stairs to jump in the shower before Baby-C wakes up. When I get up stairs Big Daddy is still in the shower, and Baby-C is starting to stir. I rush Big Daddy out of the shower, jump in and dance around to avoid the cold bursts of water periodically surprising me as Big Daddy finishes shaving. All is quiet as I escape the shower and tip toe down our creaky stairs for a cup of coffee. (Did I mention I really love my old house?) Well on my way back up I hit a loose floor board, Baby-C wakes up, and I'm still in my robe. Did I add that we have to leave the house in 30 minutes?

Baby-C is in the 'don't put me down or I'll scream my head off and make the neighbors think you are pulling my toenails out one by one' mood, so I bribe her with cheerios in bed, my bed. I'm sure I'll find some between the sheets when I go to bed sometime tonight. We make it downstairs just in time for me to realize Baby-C's jacket is in the car, it is 48 degrees out, and we needed to leave three minutes ago. Being the bad mom I am we race to the car and do the jacket there (I really loved that quaint alley parking when we bought the house) and we're off, with just a quick pit stop at the coffee shop. One mocha for the baby sitter, a thank you for keeping Baby-C late this evening until Big Daddy can pick her up, and an almond latte for me to replace the revolting coffee I brewed.

I dream of a day of sleep. Me, Baby-C and maybe even Big Daddy, pjs, blankets, a fire going and nothing to do all day...hmmm, when can we schedule this in?

More potty chairs

Potty Chairs...again.

We did end up buying a potty chair for Baby-C. She's not quite sure what this is all about, but the new 'chair' makes a great stool or play thing in here eyes. In the week that we have had it she has become fond of standing on top of it while singing and pointing at the dogs or systematically taking it apart piece by piece while whipping the various parts across the room... Granted, she will be 14 months next week, so my expectations weren't too high.