Do I need to be prettier? The bebes may think so.

Our child comes to wake us up every single morning.  If we are lucky its around 6:30.  Normally its between 3am and 5:45.  On an average day Dave stumbles out of bed, walks her back to her room...covers her up and closes her door.  This usually allows us an additional 5-10 minutes of sleep...or a shower in some semblance of peace and calm.  The bebes on the other hand is usually in her room...curled up in bed...talking to her feet.  Shes 2..has no siblings and we clearly don't encourage socialization...therefore...her feet are her friends...judge away!

Normally we don't close her door till shes come in our room and has attempted to wake us up.  Dave and I recently switched sides of the bed...because I am my mother...and when our child tries to wake me up...it results in me jumping from a horizontal position a good 2 feet in the air...and a loud yell which doesn't yield a calm relaxed response in my bedroom.  So now...I usually sleep right through her waking up her father.  I'm a bad spouse like that.

Mornings when I am slightly awake to witness her ritual, I get the adorable treat of watching her getting Daddy out of bed.  Every morning she comes in and helps us get out of bed so we can play with her.  She hands us our glasses in a manner that is in no way helpful and usually results in an 'ouch thats my eyeball' and then she hands us our iPhones....that right there should tell you a little about the day to day happenings in my home.  She understands we need to communicate and see.  Good job bebe goobs.

This morning she managed to make it past Dave around the bed over to my side.  I'm passed out cold on sinus meds (Dave was too for that matter...we are both fighting something...at least it's not each other? lol) so I didn't wake with a jolt.  All I feel is this poking of my eyeballs. My glasses are magically being put on.  I open my eyes and smile cause shes just ridiculously cute.  She hands me my phone and then today...she decided I needed to start my day with more stuff.  A head band...and then two bottles of nail polish.

What seriously concerns me here is whether she's just trying to be helpful or if shes suggesting I might need a little help...in the pretty area.  I lay in bed this morning with a phone, glasses, teal polish, pink polish, goody brand headband and had I not stopped it who knows what else.

Part of me can't wait for her to speak in full sentences....part of me is terrified as to what those sentences will be.  Judgement or praise.  Help or suggestions of self help.  I can only wonder.  I am however just really pleased that I'm mani/pedi ready at a moments notice today.  Except I hate feet.  Now I'm off topic.

Bubye now.