|Who are you calling cranky butt?|
Since she moves at the speed of an aged sloth when I have to wake her up in the morning, this is as late as I can let her sleep and still get her to eat anything before we have to leave (8:40am).
|Is this real life?|
The bonus of her comatose-like state in the morning is that I can get fancy with her hair. I figure I used to braid horse hair all the time, so those same skills should apply. Too bad they haven't invented a lip twitch for toddlers to get them to stay as still as a horse.
|The only reason she's still in this picture is because I'm holding her.|
Once I drop off Faith at school, my 5 hour window of freedom starts. Well, if freedom is defined as just dealing with a 3 month old baby. This morning I wanted to run outside because it was 70 degrees (in January!), but we had to hang around the house for a bit until something very important happened.
|I'm making Mommy a surprise...in my diaper|
It was really windy outside today, so I was worried about taking the jogger outside without a toddler counterweight. I still have my single jogging stroller, but it doesn't have the car seat attachment bar so if I wanted to run outside, I needed to take the double stroller. I'm sure any neighbors that saw my cargo are now convinced that I'm REALLY insane.
|Finally, a quiet passenger.|
While it was nice to get outside, the 20mph wind made pushing the stroller really challenging, except when the wind was at my back. Then it was awesome.
|There is nothing awesome about this.|
Cordelia has really mixed emotions about the stroller. She usually starts out sleeping and then wakes up about a mile from the house and starts fussing. It's like she has a little alarm in there.
|I like to make you run faster Mommy.|
The best part of having her in the car seat is that she is facing me so I can make faces and sing to get her to stop fussing. So, I was running pushing a stroller full of hand weights and a car seat through my neighborhood while singing Sublime songs to my baby. Totally normal.
I picked up Faith at 2pm and they had just woken her up from a nap and she was super cranky. She's basically been a ball of anger and emotion since I brought her home. Her caregivers said she was a delight at school today. So to sum it up, I have a cranky toddler in the morning, a cranky toddler in the afternoon and evening, and the people I pay to deal with my kid get her in her most pleasant state. There is something that is just wrong about that.
How much prep time do you need in the morning? I like to sleep as long as possible, so I can get dressed and ready to go in less than 15 minutes, but unlike a toddler I understand the concept of "hurry up".