I laid McKinley down in her crib, because she was whining. Not crying. Not happy. Not mad. Just whining over every little gosh damn thing. The minute I caught that eye/nose rub I said,
“Okay, we’re gonna lay down for a few minutes.”
I should mention she has a stuffy/running nose. Allergies. So, I suppose that counts for being under the weather and not getting that precious restful sleep toddlers need, right?
I can hear her, softly speaking to herself in-between repeatedly squeezing her LeapFrog dog named Violet. London bridge is falling down…falling down..
Downstairs my father is playing YouTube videos of Neil Young, Harvest Moon. Unmistakable harmonics.
I’m hoping it’s not gonna be one of those days. Although, it’s 1 o’clock already (computer problems)… so I guess it is one of those days. And the weather has stated so with its gloomy dark coat and periods of rain.
An indoor day to a toddler is like a prison.
I mean seriously, what can you do with a toddler who has the attention span of 1 minute (if that)? I’m open to thoughts people…
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