kids

It would be fun they said.

No one tells you that they can be secretly little demons in a pint sized form.

Seriously.

My kid went to daycare today in her pajamas. PAJAMAS! She woke up normally, in  relatively great mood, but all hell broke loose when I told her that I needed to change her diaper. Good lord. Who knew that taking off ones pajama pants would mean the end of the world as we know it.

So she went to daycare in her pajamas. Take that moms whose kids look like they’re in vogue magazine every minute of every day! Actually, there are no parents that are like that at our daycare and I am SO thankful for it. At least I got her hair brushed today so thats a win.

Then this morning I find out that my kid doesn’t like the fact that she is no longer the only girl in her toddler class. She and the other little girl don’t get along very well. I don’t know whether I should be proud because she wants to be the leader in things or be worried that she is potentially a bully to this other little girl. Maybe a little of both? They are only 2 after all, but it better to curb any type of bullying behaviors early in life. Time will tell, or daycare will tell me.

The other half of the demon in my child decided she wanted one specific headband with attachable clip in order to go to bed. Well, hell. Do you think I could find it before bedtime? Absolutely not. E went and hid it. In a jar of all places. In a freaking jar. Thank god I did find it because it was almost the apocalypse in my house. Once I handed it to her, it was like nothing was wrong. HOW DO TINY PEOPLE DO THAT!? Absolute meltdown to the happiest kid on earth in 2.6 seconds. Its fascinating, but exhausting. Oh boy is it exhausting.

Also, we had a dad win tonight!  I have spent the last week trying to find E’s Rapunzel doll to no avail. Dad found it tonight! Yay! Definitely a life saver when it comes to E wanting all thing “Jordyn” aka Rapunzel who she refuses to call Rapunzel. So Dad to the rescue by finding the doll under the couch, which I swear I looked under at least a thousand times.

I’ll just chalk all of my little Miss’ attitude and temperaments to the fact that she has four teeth coming in at once. Now her little symmetrical gaps will be filled in finally.

Yep.

That is why shes a pint sized emotional ball of fire mixed with more sass than I can handle.

(end note; she is my flesh and blood, of course she is all of that and a bag of potato chips)