You can blame an acute case of bloggers block for the sad neglect of my blog here lately. At the end of my days I have just been to tuckered to type, much less think!
As Isabella gets more mobile...my frazzle rate gets higher. Sometimes I could almost swear her arms are made of elastic...I can put things at the other end of the room, high up on a table, but the little monkey will find a way to climb something, whether it be a book shelf or a basket, and use those elastic wonder arms to reach and trap her prey.
The other morning she awakened way earlier than usual. She has this thing she does in the morning, She stands at the side of the crib and vocalizes her readiness to get out until finally I have no choice but to obey. I tried to put off the inevitable for as long as possible, but finally I rolled over and made the eye contact. Her face was covered in white stuff, and she was grinning from ear to ear. I peeled myself out of bed and proceeded clean her up along with the inside of her crib, all the while I was wondering about the unusually thick consistency and the difficulty I was having at wiping off this gleaming white spit-up. In my defense, it was a little
before 7:00 am and anybody who knows me, knows I am NOT a morning person. After changing her clothes and her diaper and administering the morning bottle, I laid her back down and picked up her blanket to snuggle her back into bed...when I unfolded her wadded up blanket, out rolled an empty tube of diaper rash cream. I stared in disbelief at the distance she had to cover to reach what I had set on the nightstand the evening before...I can only assume that she lifted herself up with her armpits as to achieve ultimate reaching capability.
Well, that explains the consistency and the difficulty I had wiping it off. Later that day after a nap, she greeted me with a poop of gastronomical proportions. I guess we know what she did with what she wasn't smearing on her face and crib.
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