But not really a bad one. Just one in which I don't get to spend much time with Gracie. I dropped her off at daycare this morning at 7:30 - it's now almost 8:00 PM and I'm still at work. So I won't get to see her tonight unless I creep into her room to watch her sleep.
She did wake up in a good mood this morning. Helped along I'm sure, by me turning on "The Wiggles" without her having to ask. She happily watched it as I peeled off her sleeper and then gave a meager protest (bladder was full!) as I removed her briefly from the TV in order to put her on the potty. Once that nonsense was over, she sat happily but definitely focused on the TV screen as I manipulated her body into her jeans, t-shirt, shoes and socks. We had a momentary struggle over the mittens she's taken to wearing. I think they're rather a novelty item but she seems to love them. She suffered their removal with only a small protest and then moved on to other concerns.
I left her with Miss Frances happily watching the cat - Tobey. No other kids were at daycare yet so she had Frances to herself which, in Gracie's book, is always a good thing.
When I talked to her Daddy this afternoon after he had picked her up, he said that she hadn't napped today. We've been noticing over the past month or so that she's more and more reluctant to go down for an afternoon nap. I'm wondering if she's really breaking herself of it but I worry about her getting enough sleep. And, truthfully, her afternoon nap has been an enjoyable haven of quiet for me this last year. It's my one-two hour "free play" period where I can do what I want for a little while.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to getting home tonight and watching her sleep for a bit. She's still in her crib and it's a visual reminder of the tiny baby she was even as I'm watching the little girl she's become. All these moments are permanently imprinted on my heart even if they're not written down. However, it might be of interest to her someday... those first days when she was so tiny that her pinky fingernail was about the size of a head of a pin or the ridiculous face she made with that first spoonful of sweet potatoes to having a meltdown over not being carried around like she's likely to do now. Maybe one day she'll want to know all this and I will have it written down somewhere (and all I'll have to do is to find it!)
Oh! I almost forgot. She's learned to negotiate! (My little manipulator!) She even does it with the right inflection in her voice. So, we'll sit down at night and unwind and she'll ask for a book. I'll say "no... the books are closed for today" and she'll say... "Just one book - one!" Or, if it's bedtime, she'll say..."5 more minutes!" It cracks me up even if I do get weary of hearing it over and over. She's just so darn funny. If you want the purest form of comedy - just try conversing with a 2 year old. You'll be in stitches in no time.
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