Today is Monday and it is also extremely rainy here in Manhattan. As much as I love to take Ava out, I can't bring myself to do too much when it's raining. Her Bugaboo of course come equipped with the essential plastic rain cover...but what about me? I have to steer the beast of a stroller through the rain with one hand while I attempt to hold a broken umbrella above my head. Ava is yelling in the stroller "Pleeee Lala, Pleeee". I can't hear her unless I stop to see what she needs. If I do I have to bend down and dump the rain all over my pants. To top it off, the diaper bag and bar that is typically used to manuever gets SOAKED. Then when we do decide to go in anywhere, people look at my like I have a problem because the Boo and the plastic cover are dripping water all over the floor.
All that being said, some days it's not worth it.
Ava took it like a champ today. Right now she is laying on the floor propped up on her elbows watching Yo Gabba Gabba. There's a topic, Yo Gabba. I can't believe that I allow Ava to watch this ridiculous show. It really freaks me out. Of course she can probably sense this fear so she decides that it's one of her favorite shows EVER.
She helped me with the laundry today. This really only consists of naming every item that she pulls out of the washer. (paaants
, sockies, jacka, bunny, jammie) She got bored with this fairly quick. She was in the corner and starts saying: "Where are you people? Hello?" I mean, i don't know what she was talking about, but it involved some wire clothes hangers that she found in the laundry room.
Oh god, I'd better get off here she is engulfed in Gabba beyond belief.
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