First a visual aid:
|Saddest baby evah!|
5:20 Ellie wakes up, luckily I am still awake from the dog.
7:00 Bud leaves with the kids
7:02 Ellie hits her head on the counter and cries
7:03 Yo Gabba Gabba (apparently you shouldn't hit your friends, are they advocating hitting non- f riends? must check into this)
7:10 Ellie hits her head on the table and cries
9:00 Ellie falls asleep on me and I realize I have not yet eaten.
9:30 Try laying Ellie on couch, she starts screaming before her eyes open
10:30 Find poop on my sweatpants. 99% sure it is Ellie's, wash laundry
12:00 Lay her down for nap. Eat lunch of tater tots (dipped in butter, they are potatoes, don't judge)
12:11 Yay Ellie's awake
12:15 Ellie hits her head on the fridge and cries. It her head bigger than it was yesterday? What is the problem?
And the rest of the day was a blur of over tired toddler smacking her head into every object in our house, wiping snot on me, and me trying to cook dinner.
However, she did give me a kiss completely on her own. And she got a diaper and layed down on the floor and said "poooop". Clearly she is a genius, at least before she whacked her head 75 more times.