I remember the days when I could leisurely get ready in the morning. Roll out of bed. Take a shower. Do my hair. Put on make-up. I remember.
It's so much different now. I'm jolted out of bed. I sometimes get a shower first thing in the morning. I still get to do my hair and make-up, but with the "help" of a little someone underfoot and in my stuff.
A few mornings ago, my alarm went off and was IMMEDIATELY followed by screeching IN MY FACE:
"STABAYEE GOGO!!!!"
Seriously?! 7am and she is screeching in my face!! At least she waited until the alarm went off, right?
"Sure, we'll go get some Strawberry yogurt," I tell her as I grab my glasses.
"YAY!!!!" She, again, screeches at her highest volume and highest pitch as she runs out of the room. Some mornings, I really miss her being in a crib.
Today, Titus decided he was going to take an early nap, so I took the opportunity to take a shower. Ana was eating strawberry yogurt and watching Strawberry Shortcake (she has an intense obsession with anything strawberry related, right now) and I knew that if she got bored, she'd find me and cause havoc.
Sure enough, I'm almost done, and I hear loud shrieks and giggles followed, "Mommy in shower!" She tells me this whenever she finds me there. She then proceeds to take out all my magazines and scatter them about the bathroom floor so she can "read" them.
I finish showering and start doing my hair. She takes the opportunity to, first clean the magazines up, and then to spill my make-up brushes onto the floor. Normally, not a big deal. She likes to pretend to apply make-up, but before I realized it, she's pretending to paint the shower stall door with my blush brush. Not okay! There's water on the door! Now its on my brush!! "No no no, Ana! We don't paint the door," I tell her as pry the brush out of her hand. I go back to getting ready. Hair done. Now I'm putting on some moisturizer when I feel something on my toe. She is "painting" what I can only guess is imaginary nail polish on my toes. *sigh* I tell her to stop painting Mommy's toes and she does. She puts all my brushes back into their pouch and puts them back in the drawer (have I ever mentioned that I L-O-V-E the fact that she cleans up her messes rather well?!) and pulls out my deodorant. No biggie. She always pretends to put it on. Luckily she can't open it (yet) so I never worry about it. I start applying my mascara and I hear a PLUNK followed by a little gasp. Great. I look over and see my deodorant floating in the toilet!! I forgot to close it. Awesome. She looks sorry, and I know she didn't do it on purpose, so I take it out and just tell her to say "Sorry." I finish my mascara and hear her giddily say, "It water!!" as she begins splashing in the toilet!!
"Ana! We don't play in the toilet! It's icky!"
"Icky!" she repeats.
"Let's wash our hands!"
She shrieks! She loves washing her hands! So we wash. And then I figure I'm done. Too many incidents. So we depart from the bathroom and all I can do is reminisce on the old days... the days where I could get ready in a leisurely fashion. Oh well. One day. :)
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It's so much different now. I'm jolted out of bed. I sometimes get a shower first thing in the morning. I still get to do my hair and make-up, but with the "help" of a little someone underfoot and in my stuff.
A few mornings ago, my alarm went off and was IMMEDIATELY followed by screeching IN MY FACE:
"STABAYEE GOGO!!!!"
Seriously?! 7am and she is screeching in my face!! At least she waited until the alarm went off, right?
"Sure, we'll go get some Strawberry yogurt," I tell her as I grab my glasses.
"YAY!!!!" She, again, screeches at her highest volume and highest pitch as she runs out of the room. Some mornings, I really miss her being in a crib.
Today, Titus decided he was going to take an early nap, so I took the opportunity to take a shower. Ana was eating strawberry yogurt and watching Strawberry Shortcake (she has an intense obsession with anything strawberry related, right now) and I knew that if she got bored, she'd find me and cause havoc.
Sure enough, I'm almost done, and I hear loud shrieks and giggles followed, "Mommy in shower!" She tells me this whenever she finds me there. She then proceeds to take out all my magazines and scatter them about the bathroom floor so she can "read" them.
I finish showering and start doing my hair. She takes the opportunity to, first clean the magazines up, and then to spill my make-up brushes onto the floor. Normally, not a big deal. She likes to pretend to apply make-up, but before I realized it, she's pretending to paint the shower stall door with my blush brush. Not okay! There's water on the door! Now its on my brush!! "No no no, Ana! We don't paint the door," I tell her as pry the brush out of her hand. I go back to getting ready. Hair done. Now I'm putting on some moisturizer when I feel something on my toe. She is "painting" what I can only guess is imaginary nail polish on my toes. *sigh* I tell her to stop painting Mommy's toes and she does. She puts all my brushes back into their pouch and puts them back in the drawer (have I ever mentioned that I L-O-V-E the fact that she cleans up her messes rather well?!) and pulls out my deodorant. No biggie. She always pretends to put it on. Luckily she can't open it (yet) so I never worry about it. I start applying my mascara and I hear a PLUNK followed by a little gasp. Great. I look over and see my deodorant floating in the toilet!! I forgot to close it. Awesome. She looks sorry, and I know she didn't do it on purpose, so I take it out and just tell her to say "Sorry." I finish my mascara and hear her giddily say, "It water!!" as she begins splashing in the toilet!!
"Ana! We don't play in the toilet! It's icky!"
"Icky!" she repeats.
"Let's wash our hands!"
She shrieks! She loves washing her hands! So we wash. And then I figure I'm done. Too many incidents. So we depart from the bathroom and all I can do is reminisce on the old days... the days where I could get ready in a leisurely fashion. Oh well. One day. :)
