I've changed my mind

Therapy is sometimes not a great thing.

Princess S. started climbing the stairs this week. Here's the story.

For about a week, she'd climb up a few stairs then climb back down. Sunday night found her almost halfway up. Monday morning after our physical therapist left, I sat the girls down to watch "Pinky Dinky Doo" on Noggin (love it!) and ran upstairs to use the bathroom. I'm nearly done when suddenly, I see a little head creeping up over the horizon. It's Princess, and she's three stairs from the top. I know I must have registered shock, because the look on her face said "uh oh, Mommy's mad at me I need to get out of here" and she began to try to back down the stairs. I suddenly realize that she could panic and fall. I stop what I'm doing, and waddle over to her (pants around my knees, mind you) coax her up the stairs, give her "high fives" for doing a great job, then I lock her into the bathroom with me, so that I can finish wiping my ass.

The moral? Motherhood is fuckin' GLAMOUROUS, man. Second, after hearing this I can't believe DH still doesn't understand why shit doesn't get done around here.

Dr. D has been working with the therapists - she loves drawing pictures. My little artist. One of the speech therapists has been teaching her to say, "Shh..." as in "shhh...the baby is sleeping!". The other day I tried to get her attention. She ignored me. I called her again. Still ignored me. The third time I raised my voice. She turned to me and said, "Shhhh..."

Oh. NO. She didn't. Did she just tell ME, her MOTHER, to SHHHH!? We are officially on the slippery slope.

It's late. I'm tired. Going to bed. I leave you with this week's Friday Fiver:

1. Do you play cards? - No.
2. Do you have any rings on your hands? - No, and I miss it. I used to wear rings all the time. Now I have carpal tunnel and my hands swell.
3. Would you describe yourself as innocent? - No way.
4. What do you think of chivalry? - its dead.
5. Have you seen The Thomas Crown Affair?nope.