Our daughter has always been an awesome sleeper, and she still is – but she wakes up at the crack of dawn and she is very quiet. This morning, I thought I heard her open her door, but wasn’t sure since I hardly slept at all last night due to Landon…more on that later. Finally, around 6:30, I heard a bang and tears. I ran out into the living room and was horrified at what I saw. Apparently the little scavenger decided it would be a good idea to get into the formula and carry it through the house. There was a fine dusting of formula everywhere! And perfect little footprints walking through it. It was a mess. I’m not sure how she pulled it off exactly, but she managed to cover almost every floor we have with a perfect covering of formula. Oh yeah, and apparently the crash I heard was her dropping the can…on the dog. Sadie then tried to lick the formula off her coat. A little quiz for you: What happens to formula when it gets wet? Does it
B) turn into a glue like paste
C) get slimy
The correct answer? B. If you saw Sadie now you’d notice that she has leaves and dirt stuck to her back because the formula has matted her fur down. And the spots on the floor where Sadie tried to lick up the powder required me to get on my hands and knees and scrape. Even after doing that, sweeping and mopping, parts of the floor are still sticky. So before 7:00 this morning I had vaccuumed, swept and mopped the entire house. And I was not in the most pleasant of moods. Yesterday at the doctor’s office, our ped. told us we needed to stop feeding Landon in the middle of the night. He should be sleeping all night by now. Because we knew this would be a rough transition, we put him in the pack and play in our bathroom. Well, after an hour of him screaming, we caved and gave him a bottle at 2:00. So, I was already sleep deprived and sweeping and mopping are not my favortie ways to wake up.
Then, as we’re getting ready this morning, I realize that I can’t find my wedding ring anywhere. I started to panic because I knew I left it in the kids bathroom last night when I got ready for bed. I was afraid it got knocked in the trash, so I dug out the trash bag, which was already at the curb, and brought it in and went through it piece by nasty piece. So gross. And no ring. I asked Tia if she knew where it was, but of course she had no idea what I was saying – I really wish she’d start talking more! When Sloan came home, I asked him if he had seen it and he nodded his head yes.
“Where is it?” I asked.
He calmly walked into the living room and lifted up the ottoman and pulled out my ring. “Why is my ring under there?” I asked, so relieved that it wasn’t lost forever.
“I was being a pirate and that was my buried treasure,” Sloan said.
It’s been one of those days…