The One Who Sees...

[la_rainette]

Yes, that would indeed be my Tadpole. Ants. Tiny specks of dust ("EW!"). The slightest trace of chocolate on her T-shirt, and she will then strip down to her diaper (no, we still haven't mastered the joys of the potty yet. We won't pee on the floor anymore, but will hold until mommy puts on the diaper. Although we know full well mommy believes that little girls who can ask for their diaper when they need it are ready to go on the potty too.)

She sees things, my Tadpole.

But if asked to find her shoes, she will simply stand in the middle of the living-room, have a very brief look around, and then, bellow: "Chaussures! Where are you?" Louder and louder, until my ears give up and I go look for them.

Also: why is it everyone around expects me to scratch their backs? I swear, Husband, both kids and the cat stand in line to have their back scratched/rubbed. Froglets suddenly arrives at full speed and hollers: "MOM! I need to have my back scratched!" And Tadpole follows suit. *sighs*
I souldn't complain too loud though. Am here on LJ and husband and Papy are doing the dishes. There's no-one left to give me a backrub, though. pity ;)

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_skye_/]

This! Is classic mommie all over, I swear. I feel your pain. And Joy, and frustration, and joyous frustration, and comtentment and annoyance. Families: who'd a thought life could be so cool?

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

:D I coudn't have said it better.