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Today I took my SIL for blood work and a regular prenatal check up. She wasn't allowed to drive home, so I had driving privileges along with Bella-watching privileges. This would be the same Bella who had been dancing on Mommy's last nerve all day, who'd been sent on a serious search for Mommy's sanity (nope, didn't find it!), and who insisted on giving her mother a sticker because she (mommy) and poopied on the potty. She also had no intentions of putting on her winter hat to go outside. After chasing her around the house and getting upset with her, I was about to pull the "I'm the boss" line when she came back to the living room with her summer wide-brimmed hat on.
"You can't wear that hat, Bella, its too cold." (It's +20 outside with a 15 mph wind. You do the math.)
"But I have a hat on! I want this hat!"
Bella got to wear her summer hat, with the winter one tucked in her hood. We hadn't gotten five miles down the road when she was sound asleep.
I dropped SIL at the office door and then drove around the parking lot till Bella stirred before bringing her in the building.
"I need to poopie, Auntie," she told me as soon as we got off on the right floor. I held her on the toilet and she did try, but nothing happened, and her pull ups were still dry. I gave her a big hug and kiss and told her how proud I was of her for keeping her pants dry. Then she saw the dixie cups on the table next to the toilet.
"Baby cups! Auntie needs to pee in the cup!" she says. I shook my head and said no, Auntie wasn't seeing the doctor today so I didn't need to pee in the cup. (She'd been with her mother the last time she'd had to do a urine test.) Bella had to take a cup with us. We had no sooner reached the main lobby when she held up the empty cup to the lady at the desk and announced "Auntie didn't pee in the cup!"
"I don't need to pee in a cup, Bella," I told her, much to the amusement of the office staff. "I don't have a baby in my belly."
"Why?" she looked at me with those puppy dog brown eyes. (Did I mention that 'why' is now her favorite word?)
"Oh we don't want to go there," I replied.
"Why?"
Mommy came out and we were on our way home! We had taken my brother's family wagon, the one with the car seat and the turbo engine. It's about 10 years newer than my car, is a manual transmission and has a lot more power, so I will admit to revving the engine when I didn't mean to when taking off from red lights and such. I didn't really pay attention to how often I had revved the engine until Bella yelled out "Look out everyone Auntie's driving!"