No, Mommy

This morning was almost perfect.

M and I got up on time, in and out of the shower on time, got to eat our breakfasts in peace (Monkey was sleeping in, hence the peace), and when daddy finally woke up Monkey she was smiling and happy. God, I love mornings like this!

Only then it went downhill when I tried to depant Monkey to 1) change her diaper that was so oversoaked it looked like she had a bowling ball hanging down under her butt and 2) get her in her clothes for school.

That's when the "no, Mommy"s began. Again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again, and I can I stop typing that because you get the idea? Oh thank g*d. (ever notice if you type or say a word too many times it starts to sound like nonsense? or is that just me?)

So, we compromised. She wore her jammies t-shirt under some cute overalls....and, in the interest of world peace and getting to work before 10am, after I put the overalls on Monkey I put the pants to her jammies on OVER her clothes.

And that is how she went to the last day of school for the year. How much do you want to bet at least one of the teacher's brought a camera?