The night was rough – 37 weeks preggo Mom was given a fat and bloody lip delivered via head butt from the Lil Man. On the inside, Lil Ms had a foot stuck for about a day in the same spot resulting in internal belly bruising. A persistent cough kept Mom and Dad up most of the night till around 2am when they found solace on the couch and the guest bed, respectively.
Tucker was up early, which is normally the time for our cherished family snuggle/sleep time. The alternate sleeping arrangements threw the little dude, plus Dad had to leave for work early resulting in morning interruptus, which if you’re Tucker looks a little something like this:
milk is too coooold
i need more cereal
no, not milk, I want juice
i need more milk IN my cereal
cereal all done, I wanna ride the fire truck
i don’t want to go to school
noooooooo, don’t take off my payamas
NO SHOES
crocks!
my feet are all dirty
oh, it’s just sand
i want that oooone. yellow oooone. (winter jacket which is too small)
no, mama. blue. jacket. is. too. small. (actually fits)
nooooo jacket
I don’t want sunglasses
it’s too bwight outside
where are my red sunglasses?
i don’t want blue ones
At this time, lunch packed, car loaded, door locked and grouchy toddler a foot from the car I realize it’s picture day. It’s picture day and Tucker is dressed like a 2 year old hobo because his school believes heavily in “sensation (aka – messy) play”.
It wasn’t easy, but Mom and Tucker managed to put on a respectable outfit and compromise on a jacket-less, blue sunglasses day. Tucker looked great. We won’t be showing any pictures of busted up, exhausted mom.
