Monday, March 15, 2010
The quickest shower ever
I have mastered the art of fast showers. Actually, everything in my life is fast now.
I only have a given amount of time that Lyla will be content for. I would say that averages about 12 minutes. Okay, what can you get done in 12 minutes? Well I can do quite a bit. I strap her into her pink pappazan that she is too large for but I still make it work, then I get everything ready, shower, jump out to hand her Pete the Pelican, back in shower to rinse of conditioner, back out again, get ready (if it's my day off it means curly hair), swirl my bare minerals makeup brush with one hand while prepping my eyes with the other hand, eyeliner on, Pete again, makeup done, hair partially dry and put back into a pony, Pete is way across the room, quickly choose some casual clothes (I'm not wearing Bebe much anymore), deodorant on, sing aloud, Pete back into her hands, and I'm done. Poor Pete, he really gets beaten up in the process but Lyla loves him.
My next adventure was Lyla's cranky day at the bank. We all have those days where our hair doesn't look good and we feel bloated and constipated, right? Okay, maybe it really affects babies more and they are not afraid to show it. Well after a long morning of crankiness I needed to go to the bank. Not only the bank, but inside the store and not the drive through. I had to add my maiden name to my account. Seems like a simple task, but not so much. I pull out my sweet beautiful cranky bloated pants from her car seat and carry her inside. The teenage acne prone teller was quick to help me and didn't seem amused by Lyla's smiling at him, he went on to ignore her. So she thought, "What the heck?", she needed attention! While attempting to get my i.d. out of my wallet she quickly pulled out all of my receipts and cards and tossed them to the floor. She thought that was funny and let out a big laugh and a smile. Teenage boy was still not amused as I was now making the line a bit longer. Okay... let's cash this check is all I'm thinking. He directs me to the next teller whom can add my maiden name to the account. Lyla's mood quickly changes. The line is long. As the new thirty something year old man is working on my account Lyla lets out a big cry. A big one! The line was long and everyone was staring. Her face turns a reddish purple color, the cry comes again...she starts grunting, screaming and bearing down. Yeah, she's gotta go and she's going now! Oh man, she is going to blow! It was quite a show and meanwhile I'm trying to put away my cash, receipts, card, tend to my pooping baby and then the new teller asks me if I want one of the 3 credit cards I'm approved for.
I quickly said "Are you serious? Do you see what's going on? I have to go." Lyla was finished at this point. We both smiled and left.
She was happy the whole way home.
Oh the joys of motherhood. I'm lucky to have such an active, happy, loving, emotional, heart filling baby! Don't we all wish we could just let loose like her? Smiles!