LIES!!

I tell peanut the "princesses" on her pull ups are all scientists. They work to help people and support their family.

I have also told her that all the candy at the checkout line is full of dirt. She no longer asks for it.

Heart = Broke

It started raining this afternoon. Mr. T. was on his bike at work, and I knew he would need a ride home. A quick call confirmed my suspicion. I already had peanut in the car, but in order to get the bike home I needed to switch vehicles.

That was fine.

I needed to change a diaper and turn off the chicken that was already in the oven. Plus, I needed to drop the dog off at the house.

I pulled peanut out of the car first. Running around to the back, I popped the hatch to let the dog out as well. I pulled the purse/sippy cup/leash/camera/glasses/baby out of the car looking for fingers before I slammed the hatch shut.

They weren't there when I slammed it shut. Instantly they were there though, her little fingers were closed up in the trunk. We both looked at her fingers for a moment. She started to wail. I kinda forgot what to do while the first wave of panic over took me. I opened the hatch and swept her into my arms apologizing the whole time. "I am so sorry baby. I am so sorry. Mommy didn't see your fingers there. Are you okay?"

I think she was more shocked than anything. Her crying lasted until we made it the freezer to get a popsicle out where it gave way to excitement about getting such a fun treat so close to dinner. I knew holding the popsicle would put some coldness on her hand. I knew it would make it all better.

Confession

I made 10 loaves of bread this weekend.