Hello and happy Friday! We had such a great week over here and reflecting back, I always think great weeks are due to a few things: good weather and balance. I am happiest when I feel the perfect ratio of work, parenting, socializing, and alone time has been achieved. It is much easier said than done so I try to really revel in the serendipity of life’s tasks blending together. Do you have fun plans this weekend? I am excited to go to the opening of Fire Island Rustic Bakeshop’s new location and check off my to-do list in preparation for a busy October.

Before I get to Waverley’s Weekly Woes, I have to tell you about the mystery in our house right now. The other day I was on the floor in Waverley’s room when I saw something curious underneath her crib. I picked it up, examined it, and realized I was, in fact, holding onto a small turd. I have no idea how it got there. I asked Waverley if she pulled it out of her diaper and she just looked at me with complete indifference towards the subject. Do you think she pulled it out of her diaper and flung it on the floor? But why just one little nugget and not the entire contents of her diaper? To be continued…

Now, for the good stuff. The stuff that makes you really grateful you are not a toddler, because how could you handle such a hard life? Who is actually expected to live under these dire circumstances? Why does one have to wear clothing other than pajamas? Let me explain to you why Waverley’s week was filled with woes:

• Her preferred snack of choice was not readily available upon school pickup.
• The crayon broke.
• She did not want to get dressed.
• She would only wear her “fishing” tank top despite temperatures in the 30s.
• Her favorite pajamas were dirty.
• Her second favorite pajamas were also dirty.
• Her mother does not do laundry frequently enough.
• It was bath time.
• It was bed time.
• 10 stories were not enough.
• She tore the page on her favorite book (of the week).
• It was time to eat lunch. But she only wanted a snack.
• She wanted to collect all the rocks in the neighborhood.
• Her mother insisted on holding her hand to cross the street.
• She refused a ponytail and a bow yet requested her hair out of her face.
• The only pants suitable for going out in public are pajama pants.
• She did not want to wear a bonnet.
• She did not like the flower crown she wore in her birthday picture.

I think we can all agree that the only people whose life is as difficult as Waverley’s are those of other toddlers. And perhaps celebrities.

Have a great weekend everyone!