Originally written on April 6, 2010.
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A day in the life with my toddler ...
7:00 a.m. My alarm went off. No other sounds but beep, beep, beep. I hid under my covers trying to be as quiet as possible. Every second of sleep counted.
7:18 a.m. I heard KZ talking, not crying, just playing.
7:45 a.m. KZ wanted out of her crib. I heard the neighbors in the hallway. She could too which is why she was no longer happy just playing.
7:55 a.m. After brushing my teeth and changing, I went into KZ’s room. Her pajama pants were off, but her diaper was on. She was in a good mood.
8:02 a.m. Major screaming fit. KZ wanted my notes. I wouldn’t give them to her. Tried to change her diaper while she was screaming. She hit me in the face. Finally, diaper on. KZ screamed for food. Gave her milk and banana that she asked for. She changed her mind and does not want the banana. While putting away the banana, I looked down to see her trying to eat the dishwashing soap.
8:10 a.m. KZ wanted banana. She began looking for our younger dog, Kadou.
8:15 a.m. Dressed KZ to take Kadou and Jake for a walk.
9:45 a.m. KZ climbed into the bathroom sink by using the toilet as a step stool. She then used my electronic toothbrush to brush her teeth.
9:47 a.m. She sat quietly playing on her computer.
9:50 a.m. KZ read me her puppy book.
9:59 am Shoes, socks, and coat are on KZ. She screamed for Elmo. Trying to leave the house.
10:02 a.m. KZ kicked and screamed for Elmo in the middle of the apartment hallway. I found Elmo and gave him to her. Once she had him, she still screamed.
10:04 a.m. KZ was eating a cookie in her stroller, and we were heading out the door. All quiet on the toddler front.
10:10 a.m. Gave tourists directions to Brooklyn Bridge.
10:20 a.m. Bought more Dunkin Donuts coffee for me.
10:29 a.m. Dropped KZ off at the Kids’ Club in the gym. I had two hours of me time.
12:15 p.m. Picked up KZ from Kids’ Club. Watched her carefully going down stairs. She did not want or need my help.
12:25 p.m. Shopped at Whole Foods. KZ was surprisingly calm the entire time.
12:50 p.m. KZ had a total breakdown on way home. She screamed her head off for no reason.
12:55 p.m. She screamed in the lobby of our building for the doorman’s walkie talkie. She licked the metal hand rail in elevator.
12:57 p.m. We fought over the keys while entering the apartment.
1:00 p.m. I took KZ out of the stroller. It fell backwards from being loaded with too many groceries. The dogs ran for cover. While cleaning up groceries, I noticed KZ was trying to eat more dishwashing soap while wearing my yellow rubber gloves.
1:07 p.m. KZ had a slice of whole wheat Challah for lunch while playing on her computer.
1:17 p.m. She ate a Potato Latke and watered down juice while still at computer. I return from the wash room to find she had thrown the Tupperware on the floor and was in the oven.
1:40 p.m. KZ was on the kitchen counter playing with the espresso machine.
1:43 p.m. Glorious nap time. I put KZ to bed, took my breakfast vitamins, and went to bed for my own nap.
4:21 p.m. KZ got up from her nap and wanted Kadou.
4:25 p.m. She played with our CD’s by taking all the CDs out of the cases.
4:55 p.m. Diaper changed, not much of a fight, thank God.
5:13 p.m. Time to walk the dogs. KZ ran from me and hid in the bathroom behind the towels, while wearing the lid to the double boiler on her head. We played the KZ/Mommy game, where she says, “Mommy”, and I say “KZ”. Finally got her in the stroller with Elmo, a drink, her pajama bottoms, but no shoes or shocks.
5:17 p.m. Finally out the door.
5:45 p.m. Good walk. She only threw Elmo five times. Walked into house to find that my husband had just returned from a week long business trip to Scotland.
5:55 p.m. While I cleaned the dogs’ paws, KZ ran out of the apartment to play with the twin three year-old girls across the hallway.
6:00 p.m. Brought her back home, screaming. New baby sitter came for a practice run.
6:10 p.m. We left KZ with new sitter. Had dinner.
7:30 p.m. My husband put KZ to bed.
Day Twenty-Three
8:45 a.m. While getting KZ ready for daycare, I found her on the floor ripping up all my writing notes from the previous day.
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