The Littlest Bubba: A Morning in the Life

5:30am- Wake up. It's an hour and a half before it's time to get up, but there is much playing to be done. Head start city!
6:30am- Crank my squawking up a notch. What are those slow pokes doing in theeeeeeere?
6:45am- Daddy finally hears me. Think to myself: must squawk louder tomorrow.
7:05am- Waf..[nom nom nom] n Honey Dew Meeeluuuuuuu [nom nom nom]
7:15am-Upeeeeeez! With a nice toss of the milk cup for creative flourish.
7:30am- Redistribution of diapers. Why do they all have to go in one place anyways? Lame.
7:34am- Pour Ingle's water bowl in my lap while Mommy is picking up diapers. Score!
7:45am- Mommy already looks tired.
8:00am- Create masterpiece. Mommy says I am an artistic genius. I concur.

 

8:15am- Read every book on my shelf. 

8:20am- Rearrange books. Shelves=dumb. Floor=betta.

8:30am- Cry when Dadu leaves. Refuse to kiss him bye bye. Would kiss if he would stay and play. 

9:15am- Shoes and socks. I like shoes and socks because then I can thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk around the house.

9:20am- Raisins! 

9:30am- Mommy drops me off at the play room at the gym. Cry for effect. 

9:31am- Mommy who? 

10:30am- Still playing.

10:31am- There's mommy! More crying. More effect. 

10:45am- Early for lunch with Dadu, so Mommy takes me to a park with no swings. What the poop? 

10:47am- Nevermind. There is dirt here. We're all good. 

10:52am- Man in the park asks how old I am. Mom says sixteen months. I say, "YEAH!" Man is suitably surprised at my verbal prowess. 

11:00am- Dadu!! Bage..[nom nom nom]. 

11:30am- Back in the car, trying to snooze. Mommy nearly crashes while wiggling my foot. Why is she still talking? Bubba is sleepy. Ssshhh, Mommy, shhhhhh.

11:31am- Mommy pushes her iphone into my hand. Sleepy? Who's sleepy? 

11:32am- Mommy smiles. Thinks she is a genius. 

11:45am- Home. Mommy reads me The Little Butterfly without crying. I hug her extra tight. So proud of her. 

11:47am- zzzzzzzzzzzzz