A day in the life of Miss Em

8:00 am ish: nurse for the umpteenth time since going to bed, decide there is enough light in the room to wake up. Look over at mom and start pinching her chest. I'm awake, get up! Sit up, attempt to climb over Daddy. Hmm....much more difficult to wake him up. Pull self up on metal head board and bang it against wall until Daddy finally wakes up. Sort of. Mom and I get out of bed and head downstairs.

8:15. Not a fan of the diaper change. I can't move when Mommy changes me on the change table. All manner of toys she attempts to bribe me with get thrown on the floor. Sometimes, if I make enough of a fuss, she'll change me while I stand up and try to toddle away. I haven't peed on the floor yet...

8:30. Not too keen on the high chair either. What is with trying to confine me? There's a whole world out there that I MUST EXPLORE! Also, oatmeal, again? Everyday? Who told you that was a good idea? I'd also like it on the record that it is beneath me to let you spoon food into my mouth. How degrading. It is much more dignified if you just let me use my hands to shovel everything in...my mouth...my ears....my nose...

9:00. Play time! Wooohhooooo!

9:10. Oh no. She's trying to get my jammies off and put other clothes on me. Why mom? Why do you insist on torturing me?

9:20. I'm free again! Oooh, what's that? I'm going to get that ball across the room. But wait. I see another baby in the glass on the TV stand. Let's play! Oooopppsss. These feet are always tripping me up. And this darn heavy head...Can it please stop bumping into things? Needing a few Mommy hugs.

10:00. That crazy mommy is singing again. Doesn't she ever stop? Seriously Mom, don't you know another tune besides 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.' You may change the lyrics, but I'm not fooled. Put on some real music that I can actually dance to.

10:15. Eyes are getting heavy. Why do they do that? I don't want to sleep again!

10:30. Mommy's lap is the best place to sleep.

10:35. Dreaming...sleeping...did I just dream that she put me down to sleep on my own? No, she couldn't have....

12:00. I'm awake, I'm awake! Wait, where did that Mommy go? These cushions aren't my mommy. Gasp! She fooled me!

12:30. Change table and high chair business again. This time I figured the dog looked like he needed some food. Looks better on the floor than in my hair anyway.

1:15. I found my favourite book! Must get it to Mommy. Read 'Hop on Pop' again!

1:18. Read it again!

1:20. And again!

2:00. Ohh, there goes Daddy. I'm gonna get him. Here I go. Curses. Foiled again by the closed office door. Maybe if I bang enough he'll open it.

2:05. Works every time.

2:10. Out comes the mega watt smile...just try and close that door again! Resistance is futile....

2:45. What's that sound? I've got to investigate. High pitched chirping right outside this window. I can see it in the bush, but I can't quite get it. Maybe if I bang on the glass like I bang on Daddy's door.

2:47. Nope, sound is gone now. Hmm...Ooohhh, Dog bed....

3:00. That was fun. Hudson's bed is so comfy. He'll be none the wiser that I was rolling around in it. Uh oh. Mommy doesn't look too happy. No, stop, I LIKE being covered in dog hair!

3:30. Darn droopy eyelids.

4:45. What just happened? I was playing....then Mommy was nursing me....then....I rolled over and those darn cushions were there again! MOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!

5:00. Rumbly in my tumbly. I don't understand why I can't walk and eat. Really, Mom. What's the big deal?

5:15. Nice try with the chickpeas. You can keep trying all you like, but they're just going to end up on the floor for the dog every time.

5:45. Washcloths are not my friend. YOU try having someone attack you with it and take away your food makeup. I will, however, permit you to wash my hands in the sink like a big girl.

6:00. These feet were made for walking, and that's just what I'll do....

6:30. Hey baby in the mirror, come here often? You look really familiar. Have we met before?

7:00. Crazy lady is trying to take my clothes off again. Haha. I'm making a break for it...

7:15. Sigh. She got me. And now my darn feet are covered. Bare feet are so much better.

7:30. Hop on pop, hop on pop! Stop! You must not hop on pop! Walk walk, we like to walk....
I could listen to this ALL DAY.

8:00. Oh sooo sleepy....it's been a long, exhausting day! For me, that is. Not sure why Mommy looks so tired. Not like she fell down numerous times and had to pick herself up to keep walking! Really mom, you've got it made!