|If I had control of my life, my hair wouldn't look like this|
My husband recently changed positions at his job and his new program has been requiring a lot of long hours in the office and travel. He was gone all last week and home for the weekend, and then gone all this week too (he gets back tomorrow, so if you're planning on stalking me when I'm alone, you better hurry). With his longer hours (he leaves before Faith wakes up) Faith only really sees him for an hour a day, but she has noticed his absence and is showing her displeasure in only of the only means of power she has: POOP STRIKE!
It started last week when he was gone and she waited so long that it hurt her to poop and that seemed to inspire her to keep holding it in. Last night she was crying and saying "Poot! Poot!" and standing with her knees together, so I knew I had to take drastic measures.
I wasn't sure she'd drink this, but I poured it over ice and she drank a whole cup of it. Her new thing is demanding ice in her drinks and I guess that matters more than the drink itself.
|I like my prunes shaken, not stirred|
I also gave her a plum too, just for good measure. Because I'm an idiot, I did all of this right before nap time. I spent most of my run watching the monitor waiting for her to start screaming about "POOT!" but I was able to finish my run (6.25 miles for the day) in peace. In case you were wondering, that prune juice is freaking magical and the "trains" are finally moving on time and without making her cry.
One of my running club friends invited us over to her pool this afternoon and Faith had a fantastic time in the kiddie pool:
|I am the queen of this pool!|
|Why won't this water bend to my toddler will??|
It was fantastic to get out of the house and talk to another adult. When my husband is gone so much, I feel like I start even thinking in toddler-speak.
Faith had a great time at the pool and came home starving for dinner. Because I'm a sucker, I decided to share my anniversary cookie bouquet with her. Oh yeah, it's my 4 year wedding anniversary today. I had a celebration dinner of ramen and Corn Pops. Don't be jealous. My husband sent me this today, which is proof that he knows me well (cookies trump flowers any day):
|You have to love presents that make you laugh|
Faith enjoyed my husband's creativity too:
|This cookie has a face..and it's looking at me.|
|I'll start with the eyes then.|
I know you're in awe of Faith's styling pool hair.
Have you ever tried prune juice? It's seriously so foul, I couldn't believe the kid drank it so willingly. Are there people out there who actually like it, versus drinking it because you NEED it?