Definitely not because of that.
This past weekend I committed to baby-sitting the nieces while Pink and Cheese Cream spent one night out of town. Vye was around to help and it wasn’t any work at all. Mostly I ate mini-doughnuts I found in Pink’s pantry while Gailey and Ellie played with their little, plastic kitchen.
Ellie is learning to pick herself up and stand without assistance. She mostly chewed on the plastic pots and watched Gailey as she put fake foods in a coffee pot and cooked them in a microwave. Clearly she gets her kitchen skills from me.
(Tangent: Gailey and I may have gotten over an argument over whether or not "matoony" was a food. I was all MACARONI? and she was all, "noooooo matoooooony." Then I was all, "are you using your imagination?! I AM CONFUSED." But she insisted that matooni was a real and actual thing.
When Pink got home, she was way better at getting Gailey to communicate. She asked, in her awesome patient mom voice, "what's in matoony, Gailey?" and Gailey promptly produced two items from the microwaved coffee pot, put them on a plate and presented them.
Spaghetti and a hot dog.
No work at all... until it was bedtime.
Gailey-bird has her own bed but she insisted on sleeping in between Vyelit and I that night.
“Mommy said I could sleep with you guys,” she cute-d. “She said it was a sleep over.”
And really, even though I’m 25 and she’s 3, I really can’t freakin’ argue with a “mommy said” statement, can I? So in she settled for the night.
The first moment I knew this wasn’t going to be easy was when her little three year old arm smacked the crap out of me as she whipped it to my side and patted me down. I was PISSED... until she patted all the way to my hand and then grabbed it.
I squeezed her baby-fingers and fell back asleep.
Next, I was laying on my stomach and I was acutely aware that Gailey was missing from next to me. I felt some movement in the bed before her head was landing on my butt, which she then proceeded to use as a pillow for an undetermined amount of time.
It was around this time that Vyelit totally quit (Gailey's feet were pushing into her back) and went to sleep on the couch, leaving me with G in the bed. Please recall that Gailey calls me Tati.
G: Tia Vyelit? Tia Vyelit?
G: I want my Tati.
G: Tia Vyelit! I want my Tati!
Lor: Gailey, I AM Tati.
G: I want my Tia Vyelit.
Vyelit eventually came back to the bed, but also shoved Gailey over close to me to open up space for herself. Her excuse was that she’s pregnant and my response was: SO?!
When it was time for Vye to get ready for work, Gailey was waking up. Please recall that Vye’s unborn child’s name is Mae-fly. (Er, her blog name at least.)
G: Tati, it’s time to wake up!
G: But, but, Tia Vyelit is up.
Lor: She’s going to work.
G: Is she taking Mae-fly with her?!
Lor: What? Yes, of course.
G: *crying* But why? I’m going to miss her.
I was too sleepy to start arguing with her again.
The moral of the story?
Actual size of a 3-year-old:
Size of a 3-year-old in a bed:
As I relayed all these stories to Pink, she was cracking up. I mean, they are funny ha, but she was all HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
When she caught her breath, she managed to inform me that she never actually did tell Gailey she could sleep with us. She mentioned a “sleepover” but that the whole “sleeping in the same bed” thing was all Gailey's own doing.
I was had.
By a baby.
In other, non-babysitting news, I'm obsessed with the Olympics. I'm going to talk about them a lot. I watched all the trials this weekend and I'm just crazy, stupid excited about the fact that NBC is streaming all of the medal events.
Which events am I a fan of? ALL OF THEM. From archery (the woman who coached Jennifer Lawrence for the Hunger Games is going to the Olympics!) to wrestling (I vividly remember Rulon Gardner running around with an American flag in Sydney. Weird.) Yes please!
Yes, I will cry while watching every single mother-effin' Morgan Freeman Visa commercial.
All those "Raising an Olympian" commercials? CRY.
I may have even tear-ed it up when Nastia Liukin was crying and waving to the crowd, saying goodbye and thank you, during the trials this weekend.
Crap. I'M AN OLYMPIC PANSY.
Just thought you all should know.
I like all of your gold-medal faces.