Tuesday:
We took her in for a speech evaluation (finally, I know) where she was walked through a series of pictures and she was asked to discern whether the pictured item was a food or a toy. She did spectacularly; she only missed one:
[Orange]
Wanda: It's a toy.
SpeechEvaluator: No, that one's an orange. It's a food...
Wanda: No, orange is a toy. It's for juggling.
Wednesday:
When I opened her door in the morning, I noticed that she was clutching her blanket. A guilty expression crossed her face for a split second, then she hands it to me.
Wanda: It's wet Mama.
Awesomeness: *drops the blanket to the floor* How did it get wet? Did you peepee your bed?
Wanda: NO!! I NOT PEEPEE!!!
Awesomeness: How did it get wet then?
Wanda: You see my woody?
Awesomeness: ?!
Awesomeness: ...
Awesomeness: *finally understands...gimme a break, it was 5:30 in the morning* You're missing your Cowboy Woody doll?
Wanda: Yeah.
Awesomeness: Does that have something to do with why your blanket is wet?
Wanda: Yeah.
Awesomeness: Are you saying that Woody peepeed your blanket?
Wanda: Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah....
Thursday:
She was having...health issues. For the sake of sparing you all, I will insinuate only that a) yes, indeed, the word "explosive" can be applied to her...health issue when it appears on every square inch of the bathroom b) it took 1/2 a container of Clorox wipes to get my bathroom right again c) it took a half hour long shower for me to feel clean again after wiping it all up d) I still won't walk barefoot across the floor. Bleh!
While the massive clean up effort was going on I asked her to wait for me in the bathtub, because she was going to get hosed down next. She kept trying to get out and finally I'd had enough:
Awesomeness: You stay in that bathtub and don't try to get out again, young lady!
Wanda: No!! I not a lady anymore!
Awesomeness: *looked down at the 5 more gallons of...health issues...I still needed to clean up* Yeah. I would say that's pretty accurate right now.
Friday:
Mr. A and I were just discussing the pleasant prospect of dealing with a no nap baby for the next 5 hours. The kid got up late, he's eaten like a shark all day and has been running around playing like a normal kid (for once...).
Mr. A: Still no nap, huh?
Awesomeness: No. You know he'll pull that dick move where he wants to nap 2 hours before bedtime.
Mr. A: Should be fun!
Mr. A (to NoNapNorman): You will stay awake until bedtime, child!
Wanda: You calm down now, Daddy.
Mr. A: ...
Mr. A: I'm just going to walk away.
