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Two going on Thirteen

Let me preface this story by saying, up front, yes I bribe my child sometimes.  I try not to do it in response to bad behavior but sometimes yes I've bribed my child to sit on the potty or, in this instance, to help her make it through a three hour football game. I know there are parents out there that frown on this sort of thing but you know what - you are better parent than me if you can get a two year old to sit through a three hour football game without a little something novel.

For Campbell, her bribe was a sucker.  She's never had one before and was super pumped.  They were small suckers not some giant as big as your head Blow-Pop.  And yes, she had more than one.  But I digress - the point of this post is to laugh at what is in store for me in a few years because I know when she's actually thirteen and the exchanges aren't as cute I will have a much harder time laughing.

The first glimpse of a teenage Campbell came Friday when she insisted on playing in her room with her door closed. Luckily rather than locking me out - I can remember several teenage exchanges with my mother about locked bedroom doors - when I said "Campbell whatcha doin in there?" She poked her head out, said "Who me?" and then responded she was playing. I asked if I could come in and play, too and she gladly admitted me. No theatrics.

At the football game we were behind the stadium walking around to change the scenery some when she spotted kids playing on the large anchor outside the stadium. Campbell wanted to join them - which she couldn't do because it was outside the fence and I didn't have our ticket stub and because she would have gotten clobbered by the teenagers playing on it assuming she didn't fall off and bust her head open.  So, to distract her I told her I had one more sucker in our seats and asked if she wanted to get it.  The following exchange still cracks me up:

Me: "Do you want to go eat the last sucker?"

Campbell: "Yes.  You go get it. I'll stay here."

Me: "Well, honey, you're only two so I'm not leaving you here. We'll go back to our seats."

Campbell: Pause for deep thought "You stay here I'll go get it." (I follow as she starts to walk away - and she notices) "No Mommy! You stay here! I'll go get it."

Dear Campbell: 26 Months

Oh boy is Mommy late with this month's letter!  And while I'm apologizing for this month I'll go ahead and apologize for next month because I'll be late then, too.  In fact, I won't even see you on your month birthday in September because I'll be gone to Tolls - a thought that makes me very sad!

You continue to grow like a weed.  We have discovered that you have rather large feet as this has been the month of musical sparkly shoes.  I was at Target one day and grabbed a pair of adorable light pink glittery shoes.  As I knew you would, you loved them. Only they wouldn't even pretend to go on your feet.  So I ended up checking the other Target to find a larger size and brought home a hot pink pair and a silver pair.  The hot pink ones do not fit but the silver ones are fine as long as you wear socks. In giving Lexi your too small pairs I have learned that you are a size 6-6.5 compared to Lexi's 5-5.5 - and you guys are the same height. So either you are going to end up tall or you have inherited the Rineharts' fat, wide, square feet for which I am sorry!

During this month in your young life you have truly begun to embrace the joy of imagination and make-believe.  One of your favorite new games is to line up the chairs from your little table in the middle of your bedroom floor and pretend they are a school bus (you are obsessed with school buses and one day riding one).  We then sit in the chairs and repeatedly travel from park to park or farm to farm or store to store depending on what scenario you have chosen. You still desperately want a "kitty my own" and fairly regularly you walk around with your hands cupped "papping" imaginary kittens and giving them as presents to your friends and family.  You are also starting to embrace the art of story telling.  After learning that Aunt Quinny's house was struck by lightning, you went around recounting the adventure to everyone for nearly a week.  It went a little something like this: "Quinn in bed and storm and BSHSHSHSHSH! and woke up and TV dead, she got new one - Can you believe that?"

 

This month we - i.e. Mommy, Dotdot, Peepaw and Campbell - took a road trip to Grandma-Grandma's house. We started the trip off with a bang as Dotdot gave you a third baby to carry around - so we now have DollyCocoViolet. You were very excited about staying in a hotel coming and going and about getting to bunk with Mommy in the "big girl bed."  While in Pennsylvania we spent a lot of time counting horse-drawn buggies and exploring the area playgrounds. We've been trying to encourage you to go potty more often and, of course, you chose a road trip to decide to go poopoo in the big girl potty for the first time in weeks and so your reward was a new Diego toy which you love!  While at the Kettle Kitchen you experienced really good, fresh kettle korn for the first time.  You also learned about feeding the birds when you drop a piece.

Finally, this month you made your racing debut.  You come from a long line of runners and on your month birthday you competed in the Fastest Kid in Town race in Lexington.  You didn't win - it appears you have inherited my starting reflexes, or lack thereof - so we'll have to work on starts.  But you gain serious points for style as you are very reminiscent of Usain Bolt.  He is a good person to emulate since it also appears you will follow in Mommy's footsteps and be a sprinter and not a distance runner like Daddy.  The other night you and Annie were running laps around the patio at dinner and Annie could have gone on forever but after every turn there was a distinct pause on your part and a flash on your face as you visibly saw her keep running and thought "Really, kid, we can stop now, it's okay."  After a few laps you made the turn and both hands went to your side as you experienced your first side stitches.  Yeah, short bursts of speed definitely appear to be your style.  We'll start adding in obstacles to hurdle in a few weeks!

All my love to my little racer -
Mommy

The Office: A Reality Show

Some co-workers and I have joked for months - no years - that we work at Dunder-Mifflin. We've said that we could make our millions and get famous by having a reality version of The Office filmed at our workplace.  Here is a snippet of what makes such statements so true . . .

Our office has been battling gnats for the last few months. The problem is our department secretary waters her plants and the plants in the common areas two or three times a week. So they're too wet - hence the growing gnat population.  After forcing all of our plants to dry out for a weekend on the patio the gnats were gone but have since returned.  So, we all have until August 15th to get all of our potted plants out of the building.

The offending secretary has removed all of her plants and they have been replaced by ceramic bears and cats and birds.  You know - beautiful pieces of art like this:

A few minutes ago I was in the bathroom and overheard the following conversation:

Secretary: "I named the bird on on my cat after you."
Coworker: "Really? Why?"
Secretary: "Because it is red like your hair."
Coworker: "Oh well that's better than if it were getting eaten and you wished I would meet a similar fate."
Secretary: "Well, maybe that's part of it.  Any ideas for what to name the black bear on my flower table?"

Yeah, this is where I work. Stay tuned for the first episode of "The Office: A Reality Show" on NBC this fall.

Talk about a bad day at work . . .

We've all been there - had those days when nothing goes right.  Or you have something go wrong at work and you are sure you're gonna get fired and you feel like an idiot for a week. Well, bookmark this video and watch it the next time you have one of those days.  I'm willing to bet your "Oops" wasn't this bad! Can you imagine being the guy in charge of this demo project?! Yikes!

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Dear Campbell: 25 Months

Late as always - I have so many funny stories to share from the last month in your life!  Just when I think I can't find you any more precious or hysterically entertaining you prove me wrong.  A couple of weeks ago went to the aquarium and the Hofbrauhaus for Daddy's birthday.  You loved the aquarium, though for the most part your attention span at any given exhibit lasted about 1-2 minutes.  The exception being the largest shark tunnel and the penguins. In fact, the penguins were such a big hit that we brought a stuffed baby penguin home with us - after several attempts the name Cash seems to have finally stuck.  At dinner you - with Cash (who at the time was Penny) on your head - danced around the nearby tables to the accordian band.

Over the past few weeks we have been exploring a house across town and are signing a contract on it this week - hopefully we will sell our house and things will work out so we can move.  The new house is in Streamland and will provide a much more child-friendly environment than busy Third Street.  As you grow you will be able to ride your bike and go to friend's houses and the neighborhood pool - not to mention Dotdot and Aunt Debbie's houses - with ease.  In an effort to get ourselves in order to sell, we worked cleaning and weeding around the house and yard all weekend.  You very much enjoyed helping Daddy scrub the screened-in porch and front porch.  At one point I came upstairs to find you covered in soap suds, half soaked smiling wide as you exclaimed "Look Mommy - I like Annie!"

Yesterday morning you were out in the yard helping me weed the patio.  You did more chasing the kitty around than weeding but you provided wonderful entertianment as you treated the neighbor's kitty like a real live, human playmate.  "Look kitty, I have a moose on my shirt."  "Come here kitty and snuggle."  "I play hide seek with kitty, Mama."  "Peekaboo kitty. Peekaboo."  "Kitty want to play with my shovel?"  Several times you felt it necessary to explain to me that the kitty "not my kitty. I my own kitty."  But despite several weeks of telling Daddy "I my own kitty to take park and hug" - Daddy is still holding out on letting you get a kitty. (Anyone reading this who finds it as pitiful as I do that Adam won't let Campbell have a kitten feel free to bombard him with hate-filled email.)

It seems not a day goes by when there aren't at least half a dozen funny stories to share with family and friends.  The other evening at the pool you kept insisting that you were watching one Diego before bed.  So there you sat on the top step, swimmies on your arms, one finger in the air saying over and over "I watch ONE Diego get home."  Finally another little girl of about 5 swimming nearby stopped and looked at you and said "My name isn't Diego."

The other night walking with Dotdot you started dropping graham cracker crumbs along the street to feed the birds.  At one point we heard a bird and you held a morsel out in your hand in front of you and said "Here Mr. Bird, do you want some of my cookie?"  After holding your arm extended for about 30 seconds you threw the crumb aside, looked back with the most sincere face and said "He didn't want it Mama."

I still haven't fully grasped that you are two already. It just doesn't seem possible. But if stay half as funny as you are now, then this ride we're on is going to be a lot of fun - even if it is going by too quickly! (A little hint for the future, too.  The funny times are a good way to make me forget about the infuriating attempts to get you to go to bed before 10:00 or to take a nap or to use the big girl potty. So remember that when you're 13, 14, 15 and you have ticked me off.  You might be well served to do something hilarious and utterly adorable before asking me to go to the movies or to have a friend spend the night.)

All of my love-
Mommy

The Unrestrained Joy of a Child

At what point in our lives do we forget how to just be happy? I consider myself a pretty content and blessed person. I laugh daily and enjoy the little things as much as possible.  But I'd venture to say you would have to go back a long way to find a picture of me where I'm this happy.  It's beautiful!  And so it is a new goal of mine to do whatever I can to keep it within Campbell's ability to be this gleeful for the rest of her life.

Dear Campbell: 24 Months

You turned two this past Monday and already it's hard to remember details about the big weekend as it is a blur of visiting family and total chaos. Just as we did last year, we chose to celebrate your birthday at the Great American Brass Band Festival with a full weekend of fun activities.  Your Ganny, Popper, GG, Aunt Kristin, Uncle Corbett and cousins Jack and Caden all came in to join those of us in Danville for the big weekend. We kicked the weekend off on Friday with concerts and fun downtown.  You had great fun playing and dancing with Jack, Caden and Ben and Lexi.

 

Saturday started bright and early with the second annual wagon decorating contest.  And, for the second year you were robbed. Which means your picture will probably be the centerpiece of next year's promotional pieces just like it was this year!  Our theme this year was a Boston Pops Tea Party.  You and Nathaniel dressed up like Indians and sat in our wagon decorated like a ship while your cousin Jack pulled you along dressed like a colonist. By far you had the biggest and loudest fan section (see below for just one small crowd of admirers) and our spys tell us that folks up and down the street kept saying our wagon was their favorite.  And there was no doubt you were the cutest kids so I don't know what someone has to do around here to win a contest!

After an afternoon of hanging out with DotDot and Peepaw at the festival and then a nice nap, we got decked out in our UK duds and met-up witht the Johson/Fosters for the picnic. Our table theme this year was "A House Divided: UK v Duke" though we spent most of our time once again dancing and playing with Ben and Lexi over by the stage. 

Sunday we celebrated your birthday - starting off first thing with the presentation of your present from Mommy and Daddy - a new kitchen!  The morning was filled with banging and clanging as you, Jack and Cade whipped up many an imaginary culinary treat. After sneaking in a nap, it was off to your party.  As with almost everything you do, you enjoyed your party to the fullest from eating cupcakes to running around and playing.  After you opened each present you ran, with your classic, open-mouthed Campbell grin out into the field as if to show off your new toy.  The big hits of the day were a Dora from Ben and Lexi, a Brobee from Quinny and Jay and a chef's hat from Annie. You were quite a sight dragging Brobee around while sporting the hat and your new Minnie shades.

In fact, you were so cute that it took no time for Popper to sell you to the news as a perfect story.  And, indeed, we have watched the 8 seconds of fame that made it onto the evening news many, many, many times as you get great joy out of seeing "Campbell's Mommy on teeeeeveeeee".

While I may have managed to retain fewer mental pictures and wasn't as able to savor this year's birthday as much as last's - it was a huge success nonetheless.  You had a blast which is the most important thing.  I still can't believe you are two. In some ways it seems like yesterday that we found out we were pregnant and in some ways it seems like you have to be older than just two.  Your doctor said just yesterday that he thought you could probably pass your preschool screening already - just more affirmation that you are a super gifted, amazingly sweet and funny little girl. With you, my darling, every day is a party!

All my love-
Mommy

The Time Traveler's Wife - The Movie

OMG!  Adam and I read this book almost two years ago. I finished it while on a plane to a business meeting and sat there like a fool sobbing! I loved, loved, loved this book!  And have been so excited by the movie.  I love both Eric Bana and Rachel McAdams.  Adam was nervous because the release date kept moving back and that doesn't usually bode well. But I saw an interview a few weeks ago with Rachel that said the delay was the need to reshoot a few scenes and Eric had shaved his head for another role so they had to wait until his beautiful wavy locks grew back.  That made me feel better and this preview looks amazing!  I cried just watching it and can't wait to see it!

Sun Goddess

Obama Rises to Occasion with Middle East Address

For those of you, who, like me were asleep when President Obama delivered his much anticipated address in Egypt - go online and find a video of it or click here to read the text.  Obama's speech was the first such public policy statement made on Middle Eastern soil since 9/11 and many had questioned leading up it if the plan was a good one and if Obama could deliver.

In my humble estimation this was one of Obama's finest speeches - ever! It ranks right up there with his 04 Convention speech and his nomination acceptance speech from last year. One of my arguments in favor of electing Obama last fall was his unique ability to lead at this precise time.  His blend of experiences and heritages allows him to bridge gaps that have been hard to forde in the past.  Today's speech illustrated that ability and also his appreciation for his unique position perfectly.

His words did more than merely articulate a statement that we must live as a world community, that we have more in common than not - points which have recieved little mroe than lip service in recent years.  Today's speech legitimized the very truth of these statements and beliefs, and illustrated an appreciation for the beauty in some of our differences and the greatness in our commonalities. And yet, Obama extended the proverbial olive branch while remaining resolute in his commitment to protect the safety of innocents - in American and across the globe.

The speech was sturring, eloquent - Obama at his best. It's simply a must read.

Dear Campbell: 23 Months

Mommy is very late with this month's letter . . . . It has been a crazy couple of weeks. I was actually gone to my spring meeting on your month birthday and then three days after I got back we left for vacation.  I spent the those three intervening days trying to get ready for vacation while tracking down my missing suitcase . . . So, long story short I decided the night before leaving for Kiawah that I may as well wait until after vacation so I could write about it this month since next month we will cover your birthday festivities.

Last week we went to Kiawah with Dotdot and Peepaw.  You have been anxiously awaiting this trip for weeks - routinely talking about riding bikes at the beach and riding boats (nobody knows where you got this idea) and swimming.  Well, my dear, you did all of those things while we were gone and loved every minute of it!  You started having fun as we pulled into the parking lot to shop and check-in where you exclaimed: "We here! We here!"  You then started a Kiawah Island fan club at Freshfields market as you pushed a baby cart around with CocoDolly sitting in it.

 

The first couple of days we stayed on the island and usually started the day off with a bike ride.  You loved riding bikes and attracted more fan club members as folks rode by talking about how cute you were in your little seat.  Mommy enjoyed the running dialogue you provided as you looked for alligators and deer.  Peepaw worked tirelessly to teach you that there weren't crocodiles on the island as that is what you wanted to call them.  For a while we were hunting "crocigators" - a very large one of which we spotted the first night in the lagoon behind our condo.

The beach was a big hit. All of our fears that the messy sand and large amounts of water and waves would freak you out some were unfounded.  You bounded right in the first trip down and jumped waves with Daddy.  One wave even caught you and turned you completely over and you popped up a little dazed but then were soon ready to get right back in.  I think your favorite beach activity was running back and forth between the water's edge and the chairs yelling "Run back up here" and "Run back to water" as you went.   You also enjoyed throwing your doll, Sammy, into the water and digging in the sand. 

Wednesday we decided to go into Charleston and take you on a horsey carriage ride and a boat ride.  Like all great plans ours hit a snag when the carriage ride took 30 minutes longer than it was supposed to and we missed the boat.  But we went back Thursday and did the boat ride. The thrill of being on a boat wore off quickly but you had fun climbing the stairs and running around in the empty downstairs room.

All in all it was a wonderful vacation and Mommy had a blast spending such a large chunk of time with you.  You were so much fun!  As always you amazed me with your ability to have fun doing anything from jumping waves to climbing stairs at the mall to grocery shopping.  And the daily adventures gave you new material for the growing sentences and paragraphs that come spilling out of you now. Some of my favorite phrases of the trip included: "Where Dotdot and Peepaws a go?" "See any gators in there?"  "Campbell ride bike in seat with helmet" and "No sleep in Mommy bed, its itty bitty."

In just a couple of weeks you will be two which is hard for me to fathom on many levels.  On the one hand it seems like just  yesterday when we brought you home from the hospital. On the other hand, you talk and act so much older than two that it is sometimes hard for me to remember that you are just two.  Either way you are a joy and I look forward to many more vacation adventures with you in the coming  years!

All my love -
Mommy

Walking a Mile (or three) for Little Shoes

Stories about sick children and babies have always hit me hard. I remember reading a book when I was about 8 about a little girl, Jessica, who died of leukemia. It killed me. But ever since being blessed with the most beautiful and happy little girl the thought of something happening to her makes stories like Jessica's even more heartbreaking to me - I can't imagine anything more devastating and trying in this world than having a sick baby.

So I have started giving more to charities such as St. Jude (How could I not call in and pledge while driving home from work bawling while listening to their phonathon on the radio!?). This Saturday I will be walking with some friends in the local March for Babies to raise money for the March of Dimes. Any help folks out there would like to give to forward this effort would be greatly appreciated and will help some very special little souls. If you have $10 to spare - click those chubby little cheeks below - and thank you!
 

No Discrimination Here

Campbell is a very friendly and loving little girl.   The other night we went out to dinner with friends and she made Adam nervous with the level of love she was showering on her friend Ben.  She has been known to play greeter at stores and has tried to comfort crying babies at Kroger.  Last night we were at the park and the following conversation illustrates just how friendly my sweet girl is - and that she doesn't discriminate.

Me: "Campbell, it's time to go home and eat."

Campbell: "Little girl bye?"

Me: "Yes, tell the little girl bye and then we've got to go."

Campbell: "Bye bye girl"

Me: "Look Campbell, they caught fish in the pond."

Campbell: "Night night fish. Mac-n-cheese get home? Cook it."

Me: "Yes we'll make you mac-n-cheese when we get home."

Campbell: (Scrunching up her nose in her yucky face) "Mommy - duck poopoo."

Me: "Yes sweetie, duck poopoo" (A small sigh and internal shout out to Dotdot for teaching her all about duck poopoo.)

Campbell: (Waving enthusiastically) "Bye bye poopoo.  See ya later!"

The United State of Texas?

It's been a while since I've posted on political goings-on.  My guy won, I've been pretty contented for the last couple of months.  But Governor Rick Perry's threat that Texas may one day secede from the Union is a comment I have to take a swing at.

Secession? Seriously? Seriously?  It's an absurd notion - though I have to admit my first thought was in line with Lincoln Mitchell, who wrote an excellent piece on HuffPo - Couldn't Texas have left before 2000 and saved us all a lot of misery?

But, since they didn't leave and take our ill-fated former President with them before he could muck up the entire country, we are left with what is nothing more than an absurdity. (One need look no further than Chuck Norris's aspirations of being the first President of Texas to see just how idiotic the idea is.) Texas isn't going to secede from the Union.  I didn't need to major in history to know we've been around this block before.  States have tried this stunt and it didn't end well for them or for the rest of the nation. And, as Mitchell pointed out, the issues at stake during the Civil War were far more incendiary and grave than those at stake today.

I get it, the political right doesn't like taxes. But nobody with any sense would honestly suggest seceding from the Union over a couple of precentage points of a tax increase for the wealthiest 1% of Americans! And in the end that increased federal money is being proposed to cover better funding our schools, improving our nation's infrastructure and exploring ways to insure that Americans don't die of mundane diseases needlessly or that children don't go to school hungry.  Really, Governor Perry? You want to leave America behind because President Obama wants your kids to be able to read and to discover the technologies of the future and to learn to do all that while they are healthy and nurished? Seriously? Seriously?

Conservatives have every right to oppose President Obama's policies. It's one of the beautiful freedoms we all enjoy but stop throwing out idiotic threats of secession.  It's insulting and all it does is prove how much control the fringe has gained in right wing politics.

One final observation - not only are the issues at stake not Civil War II worthy, but the idea that in today's world a United State of Texas could survive is ludicrous.  Texas may be our second largest state but its still the size of a European nation.  And, oh yeah, Europe's nations figured out several years ago that to compete globally they needed to band together, hence the EU. Left to compete on its own, Texas would become another second or third world country like its southern neighbors.

So, W, don't start revving that campaign machinery up just yet.  You'll never be President of any country again. (And for that the world is very thankful.)

Dear Campbell: 22 Months

As I sit here writing you are back in your crib stubbornly refusing to go to sleep.  You woke up at the crack of dawn this morning.  We had a busy morning with a bath and story time and lunch with Dotdot and Peepaw.  You looked at me as we finished eating and announced "Campbell sleepy" and then tried to lay down in the floor of the restaurant to take a nap.   You didn't even make it the 2 miles back to our house before falling asleep. Then you woke up as I tried to move you to bed.  So I rocked you and you fell asleep again almost instantly you were so tired.  But you woke up once again as I tried to put you down.  So now you are refusing to go to sleep again.  Every few minutes I hear a round of increasingly loud "Mommy cooooome iiiiiiiiuuuuuunnnnn" calls.  Now you are telling me "Campbell ready Mommy" - This stubbornness - you get it from your Daddy's side of the family!  Mommy doesn't know the first thing about being stubborn.(No, Adam I still won't eat your fish sticks or try mac-n-cheese with ketchup!)

This has been another busy month in your little world. You got your first haircut - and were absolutely perfect! You picked a Barbie jeep to sit in and seemed to love the whole deal - though the giant slide was the biggest hit! We went to Boone Tavern to celebrate Mommy's birthday and the days of enjoying a meal that lasts more than 20 minutes in a restaurant without a game room are apparently officially over for the foreseeable future. In the past week or two we have started trying to revive your interest in going big girl potty.  You are talking about it more but getting you to actually sit on the potty is still a little challenging.  Apparently you and your buddy Sammy were planning a sleep over at Gretchen's yesterday. You are totally obsessed with going to the park and swinging and doing anything outside. A few weeks ago I told you we were going to the beach and we'd ride bikes and swim so almost everyday you announce "Campbell ride bikes beach. Get seat Mommy's bike for Campbell.  Show Daddy."

 

In addition to Boone Tavern we took you to Keeneland for Breakfast with the Works last Saturday. All week you kept asking if it was time to go to see the horsies. Friday night you were so excited to go see the horsies in the morning that Ithought you would never go to sleep.  I can only imagine what Christmas Eve will be like this year! We had to get up very early Saturday and I came in and woke you up and at first you looked at me like I was awful then I told you it was time to go see the horsies and you sat bolt upright and squealed "Go see horsies! Campbell ride it!"  You loved watching the horses working out and you really had fun riding the Equicizer horse. Your equine tendency carried over into Easter morning as you spent a good chunk of brunch at the Melton's riding Shana's old rocking horse.  

Easter was a great treat for you, too.  You loved getting your bunny basket of treats. Then we went to the Melton's for breakfast and an egg hunt.  You had a ton of fun playing with Avy and her baby doll - and, of course, riding the horse.  Then we went outside for the egg hunt.  You were a pro!  All the hide and seek playing must have helped out as you spotted eggs like a hawk. The big fun happened after the hunt when you and Avy played out in the front yard. You guys played Ring-Around-the-Rosies and then Avy taught you to pose for pictures like a superstar in your shades.

Each month of your life is more and more fun.  My dear girl, you are so smart and so funny! We are in for quit a ride!  Hardly a minute goes by that you don't do something to make us laugh or smile.  Right now you are laying on the couch next to me having refused to go to sleep.  And even now, as I should be frustrated as can be with you, I can't help but chuckle as you dance with the potty song on your Elmo movie. Of course, knowing that I'm going to a play with Dotdot and Daddy will be stuck with the worst of the evening's napless crankiness allows me to focus on the cute part of your refusal to sleep!

So, let this little naptime story remind you that even when I'm not happy with your behavior, I will always love you!

All of my heart -

Mommy