Man today was a bitch. Wrestling with stacks of dishes and computative administrators and the TV wouldn't play Caillou or Mickey and Yuula displayed her disapproval...
...but all is well now, and most is resolved. Just a day where little compounds to enormity and I think "it's a weekend, we should be relaxin'". So after dinner Yuula and I watched the end of Empire Strikes Back/beginning of Return of the Jedi. Proud to say she was riveted. And then she stickered me.
By the end of the night she was in a great mood. So good that the normal bedtime process became and clinic on how high can a 2 year old jump on a mattress and while drinking a bottle of slightly warmed milk. I'll tell ya how high. Puke high. She puked on our bed, smiled, and then continued to jump in it. From my chair in the corner of a puke free zone what could I do but act angry and laugh with partial disgust.
At the peak (pun intended) of her bouncing barrage I asked if she'd like to go nite-nite. She did a dive roll off our bed and pinballed her way thru the bathroom before I could rise from my seat.
Tomorrow will be better.
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