During the work week, like most, I have a morning ritual. Besides getting kids up and going for school, I call my carpool partner and get him going as well. Then I snag something light for breakfast, and kick back at my computer for 30 minutes before leaving for work. Come time to leave I announce it loudly and all the kids come running and jump at me to say goodbye. I then proceed to tell Jody goodbye, and if awake, I will pick up Ciera and tell her goodbye as well.
Well this morning I went to tell Ciera goodbye and lucky for me she had just finished nursing. She was in a very content and mellow mood. These moods last roughly 15 minutes before she is ready for the 2nd, 3rd, or 8th course of her self designed 15 course meal. Oh, and these meals are often followed up by demands of a snack here and there as well.
Anyway, I was in that 15 minute window to tell her goodbye without her getting overly upset about it. So I picked her up and began to plead with her to be a good girl for mommy today. I asked that she at least give mom bathroom breaks, and to at least give sleep a try since I am not sure she ever has yet. She looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and for a second I thought she might actually smile at me. Instead her face suddenly contorted, turned dark red, with veins popping out of her forehead, and then bam - Mount Saint Helens unloaded into her diaper. Here I thought she was actually happy to see me, but nooo, she was just making room for desert. Which she promptly demanded within mere seconds.
Then this afternoon when I get home from work, I am informed that she had been such a good girl today. Jody painted this picture of a mellow little girl that hardly fussed at all. Sure enough, there was Ciera, wide awake and looking happy and content. All this without being physically attached to her mom! Wanting to get in on this action I pick her up and greet her happily and praise her for being such a good girl.
Hiroshima level explosion within minutes. I am just a baby laxative I think....