Pirate

For the past two days I've been fighting some virus, and as all you parents out there know, there are no "sick days" in parenthood.  This is the first time I've been "seriously" sick since Bee was born, so I was prepared for the worst.  I was pleasantly surprised then yesterday when Bee was an angel!  After baby proofing everything in our apartment and making sure both bathroom doors were closed, I camped out on the couch and let Bee have full reign.  I also had the TV on all afternoon with baby cartoons, which definitely kept her in my sight most of the time.  She let me rest, often bringing me toys, socks, and random baby cracker pieces.  It was actually a fairly relaxing day!  Then came today.  

Josh was so kind and got up with her this morning and let me sleep until 9:30 and then lounge in bed until 10am.  It felt so luxurious!  I took my sweet time getting up and was greeted with Bee wailing away from being scolded.  Apparently that was how the entire morning had gone.  She'd do something naughty, get scolded, and then wail her little heart out.  That afternoon Josh left for work and I got her settled down for a nap.  I should have known her good behavior wouldn't last another day.  

All afternoon she was getting into things, trying to pull the pots and pans out, pulling garbage out of the bag, splashing around in the toilet like it was her own personal pool, and was just plain cranky.  I figured she was hungry since she'd been on a food strike for a week, so I made her an early dinner (which she actually ate!  Hallelujah!), and that seemed to placate her for a time.      

Then I caught her with our checkbook.  I gave her the "look" and said, "Briella",  in my most "I'm so disappointed" voice and she jumps up, grabs the cheques, and tries to escape with her loot.  In her haste to get away she trips over her own feet,  looks back at me standing there (trying not to laugh), looks at the checkbook, then looks at me, decided it was better to leave it behind and hightails it to her room.  

As I've written (ranted) before, Bee is not a cuddly kid.  She'd rather shove her fingers up your nose than sit on your lap.  So imagine my surprise when she came over to me and sweetly climbed into my lap.  I melted with love for her, thinking "At last!  My daughter wants some cuddle time!"  Suddenly I realize she's grunting and her little face is getting redder and redder, and then I smelled the real reason why she came to sit on my lap.  This time, I laughed so hard I think I startled Bee.

She wasn't even exceptionally naughty today, but it sure felt like she was doing everything on purpose!  Luckily, the virus seems to be slowly disappearing, which is good, since I'm pretty positive the apartment needs a good picking up, and we're out of leftovers!