my morning
Reply email #1 to hubby:
you're daughter woke up in a horrible mood, she's been crying since she woke up.... and wants goldfish for breakfast, and I won't give them to her so she's screaming in my face... ugh fun... NOT.
love you
me
Reply email #2 to hubby:
So, I finally got her off the goldfish, and got her eggcited about eggs. LMAO. I crack myself up. Anyway, I was so frazzled by the screaming in my face bit, that I clumsily dropped the carton of two whole eggs on the floor. One completely broke on the floor (which immediately made Carlee stop crying, and say "EgG! EGG! eGg!")
"uh... yeah i know Carlee, thanks." So, I pick up the eggs hoping that the last one is at least salvagable. It was. So I cooked it, gave it to her and she started to eat. I came to the computer, opened my email, and twenty seconds later, (I kid you not) I hear, "More. More. More." Geez! So, I go look and sure enough, it's completely gone.
"Do you want oatmeal or cheerios?" I ask.
"I want eggs!" (she actually said it.)
"Well, a second ago, you didn't want eggs, and now that there's not any eggs, you want them.... Oatmeal or Cheerios?"
"EEEGGGSs."
"Allright, oatmeal it is." So she's crying, and I finally bring out the oatmeal, she takes one look at it and starts crying about the eggs. I give her a bite, and she continues to cry.. Then she hands over her spoon and starts crying about that. "What, do you want a different spoon?"
"yeah." (She's been doing this a lot lately, suddenly one is "eww." and the other is good.)
"Which one do you want? Dora?" Finally, the sweetness of the oatmeal must have sunk in because she suddenly wanted the spoon back and proceeded to eat. And now she's done with her oatmeal (half of it anyway) and crying for the goldfish again...
fun fun
love me
ahh, the attitude of a two year old... gotta love it.
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