Yesterday went pretty well. The pace of life was definitely slower because of a little girl named Frances. It all started with the car. She knows I cannot lift her and that it is her job to climb into the car seat. After dropping off Henry, I had a couple errands to do before going to my parents house. Unfortunately for me, these were the type of errands that required me to leave the car. It seemed like each time we got back to the car, Franny was slower and slower getting into the car seat. There was one time I just gave up trying to convince her to get into the car seat. I shut the back door and got into the front seat and told her to tell me when she was ready to get into the car seat. After about 10 minutes playing all over the car, she was finally ready.
We got to my parent's house a little late and had to skip the morning walk because Ruby was already asleep (don't worry, we made up for it later). After lunch time, it was time to try to get Frances to nap. At home she sleeps in a crib and here at my parents, she is in a bed. A bed that you can climb out of. I laid with her for about 20 minutes, and after repeated asking to wake up and get out of bed, I conceded.
After non-nap time, Franny got a little play time with Ruby and then it was time to get Henry at school. After cajoling her into the car seat once more time, we picked up Henry and then...Franny fell asleep in the car. I was stuck. I couldn't lift Franny and I didn't especially want to wake her up, so I let Henry go inside my parents house and I stayed with her in the car, just doing nothing while she slept.
Once she woke up we went inside and pretty soon it was time for dinner. I was going to grab some Papa Murphy's but Fran started crying and saying that she wanted to come with me. I didn't want to battle her in the car anymore, so I had my mom go instead.
After dinner...bedtime. I don't need to go over everything, but I had to lay in bed with her for 45 minutes before she finally fell asleep. I sure missed the crib where she is trapped and can't get out even if she wanted to.
So really, yesterday was all about Frances.
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