Breakfast practices according to Riley

Beg for a peanut butter sandwich quarter, left over from yesterday's soccer party. (40 kids, 21 adults.  No injuries, no drunken cavorting, much to my dismay)

Open said sandwich, lick off the jelly and some peanut butter.  Drop bread on floor.

Scream.  Point to the bagel that sister is eating, and cry. Cry some more, until Mommy realizes that a buttered bagel could result in three minutes of peace.  Smile when the bagel is given to you.  Lick the butter off, poke holes in the bagel.  Scream.  Drop bagel on the floor.

Make sign for milk.  Laugh manically when Mommy motions "milk" back.  Laugh with delight when the cup of milk is handed to you, sans sippy spout because Mommy is still half asleep and didn't remember which kid was getting said milk.  Drink a sip of milk.  When Mommy turns around to get coffee, enthusiastically shake the milk on the tray.  Paint it around, smear it in your hair and on your naked belly, since the shirt was the first article of clothing not to pass "Riley muster" this morning.

Yell to be picked up.  Wipe peanut butter/bagel butter hands on Mommy's clean black shirt.  Smile widely.

Scream when put on the floor.  Yell some more when Mommy washes the butter off your hands.  Climb on the table when Mommy is helping Daddy get out the door, and smear the stick of butter that was left there by bad, bad Mommy. 

Wonder why Mommy is googling "military school for infants".

Comments

[lucy]

I'm pretty sure Mommy took one of those 'Fast Acting Headache Medicines', too...

Oy. Good morning to you!

[Elaine]

Sounds like you're already having a blast! May the rest of your day have some peace.