Seriously! For the first time in 9 months I actually wished I was at work instead of here! It all started when I heard lots of grunts and strange noises over the baby monitor. "What in the world could she possibly be doing in there?" I stumble down the hall to find Drew halfway out of her crib, one short chubby leg dangling over the front edge! "How in the heck did she get up there?" She must have the upper body strength of an Olympic gymnast! I got her down and she immediately repeated! UGH!
The day continued with Drew jumping up onto the couch, me getting her down, her screeching at me (How dare I try to keep her from harm???) while flinging herself to the floor. The fit abruptly stops and up she hops again! We went through this at least a thousand times today! She fell off (or catapulted off) the couch I know 6 times. I swear she's gonna look like she's been abused! She's like a bull in a china cabinet...crashing into everything, climbing over, jumping. A total bundle of energy! At nap time I had to stand outside her bedroom for 20 minutes watching to make sure she didn't plunge to her death.
Fast forward to this evening. She couldn't decide what she wanted to eat so she had a "baby buffet". Ravioli, green beans, sweet potatoes, corn, and 2 different types of cookie/toast things. Most of it ended up on the floor. Meanwhile Jason was running around looking for the fake wrench/screwdriver thing mandatory for lowering Drew's mattress and Drew repeatedly whacked me in the head with her Lil' People Fire Truck. FINALLY the bed was lowered and Miss Wild Child was put to bed!
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Drew more than life itself and I waited a long time for her. Staying home with her has really been a dream come true but today? Whew! Surely tomorrow will have to be better. Right?