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The quickest way for a parent to get a child's attention is to sit down and look comfortable.

 ~Lane Olinghouse

I think the above quotation is also meant to refer to significant others as well. It seems these days, I'd rather be at work than at home. At work, all I have to do is make a bit of small talk with some great customers, take care of their health needs, and send them on their merry way. I take a breath, maybe use the restroom, drink my coffee and smile. I have completed another task. At home, it's a completely different story. My work is never done, and I have no idea where to start. 

I am busy potty training a seven-month old puppy, and an almost-three-year-old little girl. I am feeding them, bathing them and answering to everyone. The minute I sit down to rest, or stop to go to the bathroom, I am beckoned to do another chore. And now, Daddy is in on this madness too.

Daddy recently lost his gall, of the bladder sort. He was suffering with tummy pain for about seven months, and finally by process of elimination, the doctors all agreed to perform a cholecystectomy. In other words, make an incision in his belly button and remove his gallbladder by laproscopy. So now, I have a 32-year-old baby to take care of too. And Koko Bean hasn't been much help. She doesn't understand that she can't climb on Daddy, and he can't pick her up for four weeks!!! She does think the "flower on his tummy" is pretty cool though.

We've found ways that Koko Bean can sit with Daddy without hurting him. Last night, they put together a puzzle and ate chicken noodle soup together.

This was before she got sent to her room for blatantly pouring water over my head. Let's just say Mommy is just a tad bit on edge anyway and that didn't help. After about two minutes of "thinking about what she did," I walked into her room to talk to her about it. When I walked in, she looked up at me with Tinker Bell sunglasses on, and said, "look Mommy, I have on 'glassens' like you." As difficult as it was not to break out into laughter, grab her up and kiss her cheeks, I held my composure and talked seriously with her. I asked her to apologize to me and asked her why she was apologizing. She lifted her sunglasses to her forehead, and with her long eyelashes fluttering, she explained she was sorry for pouring water on my head.

Today is another day of "Mommy, can I, Babe, will you, and NO Flex!!" I'm anxious to get to the gym, let Koko Bean wear herself out in the daycare and let out some of my own stress. As much as I'm mentally exhausted of all the hustle and bustle going on, I have to smile. My daughter is one full blast, thinking machine. In fact, she just asked for a hug and a kiss from her daddy, and informed him she was proud of him. These are the little moments that wash away water on my head, chewed up puzzle pieces and soaking wet Dora panties.