The Family Room

I read a fair share of mommy blogs.  Like at least 8 on the regular.  The age of kids range from newborns to about 10 years old but they have all had at least one blog about a kid barging in on mommy while she is brushing her teeth, showering, or actually sitting on the toilet.  And I kept thinking “sucks to be you…I still got a couple years”.

Wrong.

Addy is quite adept and slamming doors.  She hasn’t attempted and knob turning, but if a door is open or not completely closed, she’s busting through it or slamming it in your face.  So when met with a closed door she’s not happy.  A closed door with a mommy behind it is downright unacceptable.  She’ll beat on it with a remote, or blocks, or just her tiny hands.  Yelling.  Screaming.  And then you open the door and she just goes “hey!”

And Brownlee thought it was a good idea that I let her in there cause she needs to learn how to pee.  Right.  Like we’re about to tackle that mountain.  Pfft.

I’m a closed person.  I like clothes on.  I’m private-ish.  I keep the door closed when I pee, even when I’m in the house alone.  But I obliged Brownlee, and the kid, and let her in.  She slams the door.  “Hey!” Hi kid.  We both go about our business.  Addy flings open the cabinet doors and proceeds to pull out all my hair products.  That’s A LOT of canisters.  Then she rubs a few bottles on her hair like “oh yeah girl this leave in conditioner works wonders”.  Then she tries to put different tops on different bottles. Then she shows me the bottle “Da ba dbd ababdbda do bee ba bdababdiedoed ao ebapepeapdoe?” Me “yeah wow that’s cool”.  Her “(raucous laughter)”.

So it’s not exactly bonding time, but it is a pretty good idea.

And if you were mad that my Wordless Wednesday was not Addy, here’s one for you. Two solid curly puffs!  The tears were for…fears?  Oh no, cause I combed her hair.  She started screaming when she saw the brush.