Who Are You, My Child?

How is it that my daughter can wake up and be a totally different child from day to day. Can you tell how your day is going to go within the first five (okay, maybe fifteen) minutes? Yesterday, my two year old woke up and was a wild woman. I knew within minutes of her being awake and the tears that it was going to be one of those days. It was. Self fulfilling prophecy, since I was assuming she was going to be a handful, or am I a psychic mommy? Sweeping her toys off of the coffee table, pulling bills off of the island and ripping them in half (okay, so it's not like I would not like to do that to), stripping off her clothes and running around in her diaper and snow boots, attempting to sit on her four month old sister (during her tummy time) because she wanted a horsey ride, sticking Mr. Potato Head's body parts in her ears, and taking her glasses off and putting them in her mouth and then throwing them at the tv (did I mention that her glasses cost over $300) made me thankful when bedtime came.

This morning she woke up and greeted me with a "morning mommy" and a smile. When I sat on the couch nursing a bad migraine and explained to her why Mommy wasn't feeling good she crawled up next to me and kissed my head pronouncing, "dare Mommy, all bedder". Later, she took her sister's teethers which had fallen on the floor and took them to the sink asking if she could "wash teeders in bubbles". These days are the days I will remember when she is in her teens, 20s, 30s....I love being a mommy.