I love you, but sometimes I don't like your actions very much

You thought I was going to talk about marital strife didn't you?

Not tonight.

This is a post for the baby book.

Yesterday afternoon I stepped in a puddle of wet next to our deep freeze and immediately blamed a Lucy accident. After I sprinted upstairs to tattle to Simon, wash my foot off and voice my disgust to anyone that would listen, Simon went downstairs to investigate. He found that Lucy had not had an accident but that our other pet had actually unplugged the freezer...causing it to thaw out, leak freezer juice onto the floor and effectively ruin all of our formerly frozen food (which isn't a lot but enough to be exasperating).  Thank the procrastination gods that I haven't started making or freezing any meals for when the baby arrives...except for one apple pie that my postpartum figure won't be needing anyway. 

Julia predictably didn't voice any sort of regret or remorse and she didn't seek forgiveness from her parents which got me thinking about all of the other fun little things she tends to do on a daily or hourly or minutely basis.

Maybe it's irrational to be driven insane by a 12.5 month old but sometimes...she drives recklessly down irritating lane and drags me helplessly along for the ride.

A few of the frustratings:

No matter the time of day or night, if she falls asleep for even 4 seconds in the car--this apparently automatically counts as her daily nap or nighttime's sleep and is impossible to get back into sleep/tired mode once we get home. 

It really isn't any of my business and doesn't affect my life really but I still think it is really gross how much she loves to snack on dog food and wash it down with some healthy gulps of dog water. 

When she sneak feeds Lucy her chicken nuggets that I slaved over by way of 34 seconds in front of the microwave or her graham crackers that I took the time to gingerly break into quarters.

How she pretends to be in a deep sleeping beauty slumber while I rock her for kind of a long time and am justttt aboutttt to lay her down in her crib when she pops up, jumps down and sprint crawls away ready for hours of more recreation and play.

Her consistent ability to permanently hide all of her hair accessories in invisible pockets of our house that I didn't know existed.

How sometimes/always the only verbalizing of her needs/wants sounds like machine gun bullets of, "uh, uh, uh, eh, eh, eh, eh." 

 Always, always greets me with the nastiest, ugliest mood upon every single wake up. 

yikes.
I'm getting carried away and am kind of unpleasantly surprised how easily these came to mind. 

I should probably include some sort of disclaimer that I do actually love and cherish her and will continue to do so for the remaining days of my life.

A few of her nice tricks to balance things out and make me feel like less of a meanie:

Upon hearing the word, "song", hearing a song or anything resembling music...she starts to dance.

Occasionally (or is it my overactive imagination) will call for Lucy..."see!!?? see!!!"

Pushes her baby stroller around on her knees (no walking in sight) veryyyyyyyy fast....very funny. 

Any sighting of any medicine bottle (fiber, Benadryl, Ambien..) elicits a wide open mouth and an exaggerated, "ahhhhhhh" on her part.

Arm and leg flailing and shrieking when we pull into the driveway and she spots "Julia's house!!!!"

oh...you fell asleep?
you don't like hearing about other people's baby's tricks?
whoops.

maybe something more interesting tomorrow.
maybe.