*SNORT**

Every experienced mom has advised me to "enjoy your babies because they grow up SO fast." 

With each day, I watch my once immobile chubby monkey inch closer and closer to a becoming little independent kid.  With it, I experience a combination of pride, joy, adoration, love, but sadness too. A baby only has her first steps and first words once, then it's over. It makes me want to stop time and clutch my little toddler so she can't grow anymore, and then she craps her diaper and I can't wait until she's potty trained... 

So, I can't believe how freaking fast my daughter is growing up. I spied on her as she played with her little cow and pig yesterday morning in our bathroom. For the first time I saw her REALLY get these lil guys to interact with each other, picking them up and making them kiss each other... "MUAH moo-moo! MUAH (insert *snort* sound here, that's what she calls pigs)!" among other things. 

Here's the sequence of what happened:

1. (LISTTTTTTT!) 

She just finished tickling ("ticki-ticki-ticki-ticki") Moo-Moo, and now she is preparing to put them to bed.

2. 

"ni-nigh moo-moo" "ni-nigh *SNORT*"

3.

Snort goes for a swim.

(I love how you can see both sets of our feet just standing over the piggie staring at him and he drowns in toilet water)

4.

Tantrum when I take piggie out of his pool.

Yesterday was rough. 

Avery had tantrum after tantrum after tantrum because she's sick. I couldn't leave the house all day, and finally I decided I needed to go to the store. Once I wrestled her into her car seat, she had the biggest most ridiculous tantrum, which left me at the steering wheel in our garage bawling while she screamed bloody murder and our neighbors reached for their phones to call the authorities.

So, I forced placed Avery in her stroller and exploded inside real quick to slam my purse down and yelled something up to Troy (who was working) along the lines of, "I'm going to fucking kill myself," and set out to circle the neighborhood while Avery sweetly said "hi" to all the bugs and flowers and I called my mom crying telling her what a horrible mother I am.

THEN.

Troy

called

me

and

said,

"Why don't you come home and go get a manicure and pedicure, I'll watch Avery."

WHAT?! SERIOUSLY? Is it my birthday? I mean sure, it was my Mothers Day gift, but his timing was impeccable. 

I skipped home and hugged Troy and off I went.

Please a) notice the pretty ring, b) ignore the crooked pinky

Then, I returned home to a childless husband. His mom had come and picked up Avery while I was gone and we went to go to dinner and see Iron Man II. Dinner was lovely, movie was painful. I get super irritated with 99% of blockbusters like that. I love my mother-in-law, however.

Anyway, have a lovely Tuesday.