Yes. I'm on. And my toddler is the one doing the testing. Yeesh, child of mine, just Stop It. No, you cannot have crackers for breakfast (I don't care if your Daddy will give them to you.) No, you cannot have marshmellows before dinner. No, you cannot lay on top of your sister. No, you cannot play cars instead of brushing you teeth.
And why is it he'll only play independently the MOMENT something else needs to happen? Like bathtime. Or leaving the house.
In the middle of this, baby girl has decided that Conditions Must Be Perfect (ala Flight of the Conchords) in order to nurse. So she declines to nurse while I'm reading bedtimes stories. She must be in her room with the Boppy and appropriate mood lighting. Fantastic.
My last week at home is coming to an end. I've crammed in all my playdates. Mom comes this weekend for a visit. Fiona doesn't quite take a bottle yet, but it's not my problem to figure out, that's for poor Daddy to play with. I'm ready to go back to work. I'm excited to jump in, and the time away has revitalized me. And I'm very excited to not be pregnant at work. A rough last couple of weeks, and I was definitely not on my A game. I'm looking forward to enjoying my job again (grumpy demanding doctors, yeah! my favorite!)
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Ah, is that what it's like with #2? The yearning to return to work? Love your outlook. :)
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