The day finally arrived... Baby B officially did not have a nap yesterday. Of course, he'd accidentally missed a nap here and there due to travel or other unavoidable circumstances - but Simone had never purposefully let Baby B play through the afternoon. She left him in the care of the 17 year old while she and hubby went grocery shopping.
Baby B had a great time with the 17 year old. The 17 year old, however, prefers the company of very few people, preferably those over the age of 15. So the 17 year old pawned Baby B off on the 10 year old. The 10 year old had just finished cleaning her bedroom and Baby B ransacked it. She was not impressed.
When Simone and hubby got home, Baby B played some more. Simone waited for him to show signs of fatigue. Not only did he not slow down, but his attention span appeared to improve with time. Simone, who wanted to bake an apple pie, started her project. Normally, she'd wait for Baby B to sleep but since that wasn't happening on Sunday...
Well, Baby B insisted on sitting on the counter where Simone mixed the ingredients for her crust. Then he insisted on helping add ingredients to the bowl. Then he insisted on mixing the ingredients with his spoon. Then he yelled at Simone for using her hands (washed first, thank-you) to mix the crust together. Simone sagely moved on to cutting apple slices while Baby B recovered somewhat from the shock this ignonimy had caused him.
It took a long, long, long time to make the apple pie.
Baby B's bath almost took longer: he looked like a bleached prune by the time the tub drained completely!
But what happens to writing time for Simone?
Sigh...
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