I am about 99% sure my child heard my thoughts yesterday as I looked at her and for a brief second and thought, we should just have another. She quickly realized she should show me that we should NOT have another. One is good, one is enough. Want proof. I happen to have it.
No less than 30 seconds after the thought crossed my mind, she was on the ground crying about the bubbles on her hands and in her mouth. She DRANK the bubbles and didn't like the way they tasted.
She quickly decided that chicken wings (her favorite food) are disgusting and she will not eat them.
She threw her cup that was freshly filled with ice and water down on her toe, causing a irreversible fit as well as a black, bruised toenail.
She whined constantly through her bath because "it's too hottttt, I want Ariel, sing the mermaid song mommy, waaaaaaah."
She acted like tonight was the first time in her life a bed time has ever been enforced when she threw her body to the ground at the end of Bubble Guppies, because that has never meant bed time before...
She made me hold her down to brush her teeth because apparently that is the new form of torture, oh and using the bathroom before bed? Forget it. She didn't need to go until AFTER she read 2 books.
She woke up the second I laid down and stayed up until 11:30. She was complaining of a belly ache. I knew it was legit because it woke me up too...it was gas. We have both eaten about 3-4 hard boiled eggs a day since Easter... Classy
Needless to say, I am happy with one. I can't do this shit times 2. I just can't. Don't get me wrong, she makes me happy, she just also has the ability to make me stabby all at the same time, espesh at 11:30 at night. And lets be real, newborns love them some 11:30 pm!
Who's with me? How many of my readers are done with one, and how many are gonna try to talk me into more?!
Happy hump day & go check out my So What Wednesday guest post at Fun Things To Do While You're Waiting! (you won't want to miss it)!