My day started out quite awesomely.
For about a month, I have been attending my gym on a more consistent basis. I stopped going at the end of the year, because Addie just had an absolute melt-down whenever I'd take her to the child center. And me, being the push-over and overly-sentimental mom that I was, decided that working out wasn't worth it if all I did was think about how miserable my daughter was downstairs.
But the new year brought stronger resolutions and a stronger mom and we went back to the gym. The first couple weeks were rough: sobbing, running after me, begging me to stay, the 'I'm-not-going-to-breathe-while-i-can-still-see-you' type of crying, and then the insta-tears when she caught her first glimpse of me after the work out. It always felt like she was saying, "How could you?"
So, today was a really big day.
I dropped her off, told her I loved her, gave her a big kiss and hug, and SHE walked away from ME to go play. WHAT?!?! It was freaking amazing.
That lasted about 30 minutes until the Child Center called me back down to change her bum and she put her two little hands down her diaper and retrieved some poo. Which she squished around in her hands. She then tried to touch everything in the vicinity. EWWWWWWWW. End of the awesome day.
PS - As per the just mentioned disgusting story, Addie has become very interested in her diaper and it's contents lately...any suggestions from the experienced moms out there?