You know the kind, the ones that have the inherent ability to walk into a room and scatter its contents to the four corners of the world within 38 seconds? Yeah, that kind. Plus lately she's developed the superbad habit of getting up at 3am, crying for a bottle, and whipping herself into such a frenzy with her tantrum that it is often another 45-60 minutes before we can get back to bed. (and oh, I do hate that 3am siren. I just want to sleeeeeeppppp.......)
But the thing is, when she's healthy and in a good mood? She's so much fun you (almost) don't care!
Tonight we skipped the bath (she's clean enough and her skin is super dry after the weather we've had) and played together. Her new "thing" is to play "night night" which means getting up on Mama and Daddy's bed, saying "night night" and flinging herself onto the pillows, giggling madly. I pretend to sleep and make terrible snoring noises. And we lay on the bed laughing and exchanging funny looks, flopping up and down and being silly.
I know that there are times that Monkey is just pissed off at me. And I fully expect that to continue. After all, I enforce the rules (as does M) and she will become (gulp!) a teenager eventually.
But on nights like this? Where we hang out and giggle? I can't help but think that if she weren't my kid? I'd want her as my friend. She's just that damn cool.
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