I just want to share with you on this beautiful Friday morning, a few things that are currently all consuming in my little, smelly, ridiculous life. Oh, and I have a few demands of my own at the end so please be a doll and help a sister out.
Here is the most imperfect marriage in the history of all things terrible. Potty Training & Non Removable Car Seat Cover. Welcome to Hell. "Spot Clean Only" I love it. I think the urine is really going to add to the soaked in old milk smell. My SUV is basically a traveling trash can. I even found an old banana peel in there that I don't recall eating.
Big Bed Procrastination.
I know my weaknesses. Procrastination is not one of those things. I excel with procrastination. See photographic evidence below.
Let me break down what you are viewing in this picture:
A. A 2 year old that attempted one too many times to escape her crib via hurling herself over the top.
B. Crib mattress placed directly on the floor Frat style by terrified Mother.
C. Toddler bed procrastination at its finest.
D. This is a glorified cage. Please do not report me. I love my child.
Camryn has the most horrific blister on her foot. This blister has consumed our lives for 2.5 days now. The day she got it she wouldn't sleep because "BOO BOO ON MY FOOOT!!!" She couldn't move past it.
Ice packs were involved.
Throughout the day yesterday she would randomly remove her shoe, look at the blister as if it was the first time she had ever seen it and scream/cry "I HAVE A BOOO-BOOOOOO!!!" then calmly put her shoe back on, turn off the waterworks and keep moving about her business. Ri-damn-diculous.
I thought I solved the problem by getting her cute band-aids which I introduced this morning. She calls them boo boo stickers. It turns out she can't move while wearing a boo boo sticker. She's freaking out because she thinks she's lost the ability to walk. Poor child.
Yesterday was one of Camryn's more interesting days of demands. At one point she said, "Turn on some music, please. And make me a cow." She is always raising her standards and I like that in a girl.
I made her a cow.
"It's a cow, Camryn. Trust me. "
"You have to WANT to see the cow."
Speaking of success, now that I've successfully stolen minutes of your Friday with my pointless babbling, I need some help.
1. Car Seat with removable and washable cover suggestions.
2. Toddler Bed transition tips, please and thank you.
3. HOW DO I GET THE SMELL OF OLD MILK OUT OF MY CAR/CAR SEAT?
Thanks for the help. Y'all are the best!