Single Mom or The First Day of Camp

It was a long first day of football camp for this Football Wife.  Here’s a peek into my world…

Babycakes is learning to walk — she can take steps on her own, but she prefers to use household objects to get around.  Kitchen chairs, a bar stool, the step stool, & laundry baskets aid her in her quest for household domination.  She recently discovered that the vacuum cleaner will also roll.  One thing she hasn’t learned is that walls are permanent — nothing frustrates her more than her inability to move walls.  Here’s a video clip of Babycakes & the stool vs. the living room rug.

Normally a good napper, yesterday just wasn’t her day.  She couldn’t fall asleep & then SOMEONE rang our doorbell.  WAHHHHH!!  She was a pleasant baby while I taught three lessons — her only demand is that we allow her to play the piano whenever she feels like it.  She teeters over to the piano, reaches up high, and bangs on the high notes. 

A friend and her baby stopped by — yea, ADULT CONVERSATION!  Babycakes watched her BFF walking and the rest of the day, she was more brave than ever before.  The girls crawled through the tunnel and put all the toys in their mouths.  As Babycakes made another “run” through the tunnel, my friend said, “Wow.  She’s a little hyper.”  Hmmm… think I should lay off the coffee? 

Going to the grocery store is never a fast trip.  If you have children, I’m not telling you anything new.  The Babes and I put together a little snack pack for Coach to take to the office, but it took us over an hour to do this.  One reason is that everyone wants to talk to little blue eyes & the other is that little blue eyes insists on snacking in the cart.  I have to pause midway in each aisle to let her eat more Cheerios or dried apples.  I will continue to do this so that she doesn’t sound like the little boy throwing a tantrum in the deli section.  (Seriously, kid — I know you wanted the cookie that your brother got, but just eat your chocolate chip cookie and hush up.) 

I cheated for dinner and bought one of those ready meals for 2 — I didn’t check the sodium content, but my taste buds told me that it was OFF THE CHARTS.  As I was preparing it, I shoved some Elmo in the DVD to help me cook.  Babycakes was cruising around the house with her cart.  Fur Baby started barking which prompted me to quickly check the front door — no one.  I locked it anyway, came back to the kitchen to find…

The stovetop on fire. 

What does that tell you?!  I turned off the burner, extinguished the fire, and then kept cooking.  Frank the Tank and I ate the contents of the dinner for 2.  She counts, right?  This baby pounds vegetables & noodles. 

7 pm — finally.  Time to take the sticky, blue eyed wonder upstairs.  I decided that I would just wipe her down, so we grabbed a washcloth and headed to the bathroom.  While she was sitting on the counter, I started to run warm water in the sink.  I pulled the plunger and let it fill up for her sponge bath.  She had other ideas…  she slid herself from my grasp and plopped herself into the sink.  Did I mention that she still had her clothes on?  She splashed happily — sometimes you just have to go with it. 

My own personal honey-do list for today:

• wash the burner plates (again)
• create Evite for kick-off party — everyone’s invited!
• more laundry – Boo.
• a little Ikea action? 
• find a window to visit Coach — his girls miss him.