mysteries

Every morning she flies our of her crib. She chitchats with herself as we make our way to the kitchen, turning around periodically to make sure I am still behind her.

Every morning, while she says oot-mail a few million times, I pull a package of oatmeal from the pantry to warm up.

And every morning, as soon as I am ready to put it in the microwave, the whining begins. She presses her forehead against the fridge door, whining and fake crying. I never know what she is saying; why she suddenly became so sad. I let her push the buttons on the microwave, which she seems to enjoy, though it always induces the throw her body back and almost get dropped part of the morning.

She whimpers until the oot-mail is sitting in front of her, ready to be eaten.

Oh the mysteries of the toddler mind.

Comments

[Mindy Langford]

I feel like we have the same child. LOL I do so enjoy when I finally figure the mystery out. Although more often than not, it is never to be solved.

[heidi]

Sometimes wouldn't it be nice to know what they are thinking and why they do the things they do

[Kellie]

I love this little insight into your life! She is darling.