I'm E, Frantic Mama's 2 year-old daughter.
That's me, in the picture there. I was riding my brother's McQueen car around the basement this morning while it was still dark outside. FAST! Really, really fast. In circles.
I'm taking over my mommy's blog today because she says she's tired. Can you even imagine? Tired? At 1 in the afternoon? She tried to get me to stay in my crib for a nap because she doesn't seem to understand that people aren't supposed to sleep during the day. She's so silly.
Here's what we've done so far this morning:
My mommy thought she would take a shower while I was awake and free from my crib. I had fun!
Here's what I did while she was in there:
First, I put all of the towels on the floor in a big pile and jumped in them.
I heard my mommy mumbling something from inside the shower like, "E! Stop doing that! E! I just folded all of those." It's game we play, and it always makes me laugh the hardest.
Then I got bored and decided to unroll the toilet paper and run it up and down the hallway. I knew my mommy couldn't stop me because she was naked in the shower. My brother thought this was really funny, so I kept doing it.
Later, after I watched her clean up all the toilet paper, my mommy said something along the lines of, "Okay kids, we should go outside to play for a bit in the snow since it's not below zero anymore." She didn't sound that excited, but I was! So was my big brother.
It took us a long time to put all of our snow stuff on. I like to take breaks while she gets me dressed, and do fun stuff, like go up and down the stairs, take all the pots and pans out of the cabinets, and fish through the pantry for the candy she hides way in the back. She chases after me, mostly, which is fun for her.
After my mommy had gotten me all bundled up in my snow pants, I needed to go poo poo. We had to start getting dressed all over after she forced me to lie on the floor while she changed my diaper. Ugh. That's the worst.
My mom looked hot and sweaty and said something like, "Sheesh, is this even worth it?" and gulped down that brown stuff from her mug that she's always carrying around the house.
We played outside for a little and then I was ready to come in again. No one was listening to me, so I started yelling, "A show! A show!" until they couldn't take it anymore and we came inside.
Here's the pile of our snow stuff we like to leave on the floor of the hallway:
We watched Paw Patrol while my mommy was busy running around the kitchen and fiddling with my phone [I know it's my phone because I'm the one who uses it the most.]
The second the show ended, I decided I was ready for lunch. I announced "I'm hungry!" and ran over to the kitchen table, wondering where my food was. This made my brother hungry too.
My mom told us, "Hold on. Hold on. It's coming." I wanted to help her, so I said, "Pasta! I want pasta!" but this is what I got (she's always going on about "4 food groups."):
I ate one raspberry and a few bites of those long brown things she calls fish sticks (that don't look anything like fish) dipped in the red stuff, and then decided I wanted to go play with legos. I just didn't feel hungry anymore.
(P.S. Can someone please tell me what those green things are that she always puts on my plate? When I feel like it, I make a little pile of them on the floor next to me.)
I better go. My mommy probably wants to play hide-and-seek with me again or send Hot Wheels back and forth with my brother and me for a couple of hours. Maybe she'll take us to that big store later where my brother and I sit in a cart and get a cookie and buy food and toys while she says funny things like, "Sit down. Don't touch that. No, we can't get those."
~E at Frantic Mama
P.S. My mommy recently changed her blog address from www.FranticMama.blogspot.com to www.FranticMama.com!