Every day after I pick the Toddler up from daycare, I try to take her somewhere that she can just have a little fun. Since the weather has been muy sucky, the playground has been out of the question. I'm sorry, but I just have no desire to figure out what to do with a kid after they've landed with a splat in a mud puddle at the bottom of the slide. So lately we've been going to various trails to take a little walk. Despite her insistence that I don't know where I'm going (she yells "DAT WAY!" when I drive past the turn for the park--it's fantastic that my 2-year old is already a back seat driver), she seems to be enjoying the walks.

One thing that she hasn't been enjoying is my insistence that she try blowing the seeds off a dandelion. She can't seem to figure out how to blow without shoving fuzzy flower tops into her mouth first. Yum. I would feel bad about repeatedly insisting that she do it, but first I'm waiting for her to apologize for waking me up three to four time per night. Every night. For no reason other than she wants to make sure I'm still alive. So, yeah, I'll feel guilty just as soon as I get a full night's sleep. Uninterrupted.

She's damn lucky she's cute.