Another day with the SKizz

So today Michael is with our SV guy friends from high school. They get together once a year to watch the NFL draft together. This year, however, there was a conflict in someone's schedule, so they recorded the draft and decided to watch it a few weeks later. I'm not sure how much of the draft they actually watch, as most of their time is spent playing xbox and cards.

Anyway, so Michael is spending his afternoon there. Skye and I are on our own. This morning Skye woke up in a great mood. She was flirty and silly and goofy, which is like the best way to find her in the mornings. She was on her best behavior. She even had her poopy diaper before we dropped her off in Sunday school. (She has a reputation for "being on her schedule" during the first service on Sunday mornings.) These were all the makings of an incredible day with her.

After I picked her up from Sunday school, she enjoyed running around and climbing the stairs at church while Michael chatted up some people. She giggled and sang the whole way home, and we enjoyed an uneventful lunch of sweet potatoes and chicken nuggets. The little angel ate everything! Afterwards I gave her a yogurt, and I even let her hold the spoon and feed herself. (Usually it's really messy and I don't let her do it.) Then Michael left.

Skye let me clean her face off and take her out of the high chair, and then she decided that it was high time she start misbehaving. She got into the TV cabinet and starting "playing" with Daddy's HD DVD player. She climbed all over the toys in her room. Nothing too terrible, though. When I found her with the HD DVD player, I discovered a second poopy diaper. So I grabbed her to haul her back to her room for a change... BIG mistake. Skye put her ninja skills to good use and hooked her fingers up into my nose and scratched! I immediately took her to the kitchen for a time out, strapped her into her high chair and set the timer. Then I wiped my nose... blood. That little girl fights DIRTY!

At the end of her time out I cautiously leaned in for a kiss. She gave me one more scratch to get it out of her system. (She also has a few scratches on her own face, so I wasn't the only casualty of her insane behavior.) We kissed and made up... or so I thought. We still had to go to the grocery store, but more importantly, I still had to get that dirty diaper cleaned up. I took her back to her room again. She stuck her hand in the mess and after I cleaned it up, she decided that she didn't WANT a clean diaper on, so she rolled around. I finally got a diaper on her, but in my furious diapering, I ripped the little Velcro tab clear off the diaper. It was ridiculous.

Long story short, we made it threw the grocery store. I bought Skye a big ball and put her down for a nap. All is well with the world. For all of my dreams of being a full-time, stay-at-home mom, I don't think that I could handle doing THIS all day every day.