this morning while mom was getting ready i put on my own boot. mom always picks what shoes i wear and that annoys me. i never get to wear what i want. so this morning i got one of my puddle jumping boots and put it on- all by myself. mom said, fine you can wear that if you want. whoo-hoo. small victory for me.
gravity and its evil minon forward momentum continue to give me trouble. and i continue to give mom trouble. mom was trying to get me ready to go out for our walk, i had everything on except 1 boot. mom grabbed me by the back of the jacket and was dragging me into the hallway while i thrashed and wiggled in protest. i managed to get away from her only to run head first into the wall. ouch. i wacked myself hard. i cried and mom got a cold fishy to put on my forehead.
this afternoon was all about dad. all i wanted to do was hang out with dad. mom tried to feed me dinner and i told her to cram it. dad fed me dinner and i ate it all up. i sat with dad and watched starwars. the last fight between the whiney bitch guy and the black plastic guy was so exciting i said- 'oooh, what's that'. mom said they were using light sabers to fight.
after starwars dad helped me have a splash in the bath. he makes the best bubbles, seriously- the best bubbles. i let mom dress me in my jammies but then i went right back to dad with blankie. we all sat down together for quiet time. what a nice way to end a day.