That sounds like a rough day! I’m sorry.
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Because it has been a long hard day and the final straw is that Robert Munsch has dementia. Leo has gotten so into the anthologies lately, and he won’t get more stories or a surprise reading. Or even an online interactive experience. He will get the stories that are already there. And that has to be enough.
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Because while daddy was changing my big sister’s diaper I stole a PIECE OF POO and put it in my mouth. Mama caught me and took it away and then washed out my mouth. I screamed and screamed and screamed while she did it.
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Oh no. No no no.
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My thoughts exactly. I really hope there is no tummy fall-out from this. I don’t think she actually ingested any/very much??
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Nooooo. Latte definitely got a rabbit poo style piece in her mouth when she was like… 10 months? Horrified me so deeply. (I got it out and washed her mouth and hands and stuff)
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We had no fall out so 
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Mine got her own poo in her mouth a few months ago and when I looked it up “self feces” are actually one of the more innocuous gross things they can eat since it’s all their own bacteria.
“Sibling feces” maybe a little more risky, but at least the same home environment for hopefully similar bacteria.
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Given how much hands, etc go in mouths and on to everything else, I do imagine sibling poo is similar to self poo among toddler and baby families 
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Because after being home for two days with a mild cold he has to go back to school tomorrow.
… For one whole day, because he has Friday off. 
I have been informed that school is boring (he has not yet learned that I give zero shits about school being boring) and that he does not, in fact, want to see his best buddies. He’d rather stay home and watch eleventy billion hours of tv instead. Drop off tomorrow should be fun! YAY. 
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Because I saw daddy when he woke up, and then he went straight to a meeting
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Because mom was trying to HELP ME after I repeatedly put the recorder (musical instrument) too far into my mouth to make sound when I blow (and then subsequently start gagging).
To be clear, the gagging/non-working instrument wasn’t the problem, mom trying the to help was.
…it took about 366 days around the sun for Pipsqueak to turn into a full blown toddler
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I accidentally said the word “outside” during a conversation with her father, and even though she went and found her shoes and was banging on the front door with them we wouldn’t take her outside right at that moment.
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We share a child.
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My baby is on track to be this kid. She also got upset when I left with her brother and not her because she thought there was about to be walkies, and she was staying home with Dad.
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Every weekday I inflict upon my child the horror of thinking we are going outside to walk and putting her in the car instead.
The stroller and the car both live in the garage, so the moment of realization doesn’t dawn until I open the car door. Every. Day.
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Outside lovers unite!! I’m already looking into forest school for her next year.
I’m trying to embrace the ride! This morning there was an epic meltdown that I wouldn’t let her play with the nail clippers after she was so patient while I trimmed her nails.
But now her nanny is here and they took breakfast outside so she’s a happy kid. I get a lot of breaks from parenting with almost full-time childcare, which is a huge help in keeping my own patience and attitude high.
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For what it’s worth, don’t take that as a negative. I wouldn’t trade Latte for a calm child even if I had the opportunity. I love that she’s feral. It means the world isn’t going to be able to break her. She’s present in nature and with other people in a way that’s really impressive. She knows and advocates for herself, and isn’t that a skill that we all wish we had? If that makes for some really hard days, well, I would still prefer an empowered/self advocating child to an obedient one.
Or maybe this is just me practicing self-love, because I was a feral child as well 
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For sure I see it as a positive too…and a challenge to parent a child with strong will in an appropriate way that balances boundaries vs permission.
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Been having big feelings around here lately. Latte has cried because:
-The boy in the book broke his toy and was sad. (Points for empathy I guess but WOW I did not expect a full sobbing meltdown for that)
-we were rehashing her day and stopping to see the cows in the field. I asked if she remembered the cow had grass on its nose and was chewing grass. She said “yeah!” And laughed and pretend chewed. Then pointed to herself. So I said “you want grass?” And she said “yeah! Eat!” So I said “oh, people don’t eat grass! We have the wrong microbiome!” And she booboo lipped really big and I asked “are you sad because you’re not a ruminant?” And some tears started falling. Poor thing.
Growing a brain is hard.
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