Today she was.
An angel that is. It seems that as of late all I do is complain about Hope and the little 2 1/2 year old attitude and diva behavior she gives me everyday. From throwing all of her clothes around her bedroom to not sleeping at night to throwing temper tantrums over not getting the chocolate cupcake she desired for breakfast, it seems that I haven’t had anything nice to say about my first born daughter lately.
And so today I will share with you what a wonderful day we had. These are the days of old. From way back six months ago before she became the little princess she is now, and how I’ve missed it. I am hoping that today was the start of some new behavior from my Hope.
First stop this morning, Einstein Bagels for some coffee for mommy, juice for my angel, and bagels for both. We get what we like and as we are shuffling out an elderly gentlemen offered to get the door for us. It would have been much faster if I had done it myself, even carrying two coffees, one bagel, one juice, Brooke, with Hope holding onto me, than having this poor man slowly make his way to the door. But how could I refuse his generous offer, especially after these words were exchanged…”Please let me get the door for your princess!” To which Hope looks up at me with huge eyes and says, “How he know I Snow White?!”. Priceless. Because Hope really does think she is Snow White, and this man just confirmed that fact.
Next we go to the park…and we stay at the park for 2 1/2 hours. The weather was gorgeous, Hope played with her friends, I talked to my friends, Brooke rolled around and made the worlds stinkiest stage 3 chicken and stars poop…everyone was happy. Almost no bickering between the kids occurred and everyone shared snacks and turns on the slide. Bliss….
From there is was time for lunch. I was planning on just making something at home for my Snow White, but in the car she asked for eggs and sausages…which means she wanted to go to First Watch. I was hesitant…it seemed like we would be totally pushing our luck by adding a lunch outing, but she was begging me. So against my own judgement I went out for lunch, fully expecting it to be a disaster, with both a crying baby and me yelling at Hope from between my teeth to just sit down.
Lunch was lovely. Hope devoured her scrambled eggs, sausages, and toast with jelly. Brooke ate her lunch and then sat nicely so too could eat my lunch. How often does this happen? Um, just about never….
Move on to home where Hope settles down for Peter Pan and Brooke settles down for a nap. Eric comes home from work and I set off with Hope to collect the boys from school, and in the car Hope promptly falls asleep…nice!
After school Jack requests a trip to the park? Why not? I’m Mother of the Year today, lets go! And so we do, and everyone plays nicely, and then we come home for a taco dinner.
Showers follow, and a bit of TV time.
What a good day….
But just so you don’t all think aliens have abducted Hope she has come out of her room three times while I wrote this and finally I yelled at her the last time…
So I guess it’s back to normal…
It was good while it lasted though…