The skies opened up and angels sang....

Daddy is back from London. And all is well in Monkey's world now.

Last night, she was tired and acting out at dinner. She scrounged around and found a tin of animal crackers, and then completely lost her sh*t when we only let her eat two of them.

Not only did she throw a fit that involved throwing herself to the floor behind the kitchen table (we were in the dining room, but I peeked in to see what she was up to...that is, despite wailing), but she so completely lost it she forgot to eat the second cookie. Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face!

M was exhausted from getting up at 5:30am London time (that's like he woke at 12:30am our time...yikes) and flying home, so I gave Monkey a bath. Well, I tried....

Usually a bath calms Monkey down and makes her the happiest kid on the planet. But last night she was just not having it. I could barely get her to sit down, and washing her hair prompted wailing that deafened me.

And then, she started begging for Daddy. With her eyes red and swollen from crying, her face all blotchy from screaming, and her lip all a-tremble. So I called in reinforcements.

M walked into the bathroom and asked Monkey if she wanted Daddy to give her a bath.

And then, I swear to god, the skies opened up and angels sang....she was SO HAPPY!

All is well, Daddy is back.