I composed this post in my head as I blasted the loud kind of jazz and washed dishes vigorously to block out the 45 minutes of banshee screaming emanating from upstairs behind the baby gate. Rough night. For a while I was worried that I wouldn't even be able to sneak by her to shower (I've realized that showing my face in any way, shape, or form rewards the fit) and my husband would come home tonight after a week-long absence to encounter me smelling of stress and the inside of dish gloves. I decided to reflect on her daytime cuteness to help get through it.
The other day when Eva got up from her nap I decided to let her have a treat: a piece of Halloween candy. I think it was her idea--sitting on the froggy potty, she looked up at me and asked for some candy (as she does pretty much every hour of the day). "Okay,you can have a piece of chocolate." She literally froze. Stared up at me with one eye, the other hidden by her bedhead. Did she really just say that? For REAL? I get CANDY??? I had to repeat myself before she'd move again. "Yeah, I said you can have some candy!" She did a dance of delight. "CANNNY!!!"
Reflecting on the supreme yumminess of choc'ate.