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Cara LOVES yogurt.  Not just a little bit.  Cara loves yogurt like a junky loves his next fix.

She’s become just a tad bit independent in her old age and has started insisting that she feed herself the yogurt.  Since she was eating the adult Yoplait that I eat, the stuff would always end up more ON her than IN her and it would take like 30 minutes for her to eat that tiny container of sticky goodness.

I finally resorted to mixing the yogurt with milk and making a bastardized version of a smoothie.  [yogurt + milk + sippy cup + shake like hell = smoothie.]

Not my labor day, but Cara’s.

Actually, these are from yesterday but they’re new to you.

We had to go and get our infant carrier from Tucker’s parents’ house and Tucker decided to wash the SUV and vacuum it out since we have apparently acquired a family of ants.

Anyway, since Tucker doesn’t believe in child labor laws, he put poor Cara to work.

He should be ashamed of himself.

She's trying to move the bed.

Cara got a toddler bed yesterday.

As you can see from the picture, her crib is still up.  I figured I was doing good by just getting the toddler bed put together.  Actually, I was a fucking rockstar!

That bed has eight slats.  Each one of those slats has a peg on each end of the slat.  Each of those pegs must go in both sides of the bed…at the SAME time!  By the time I got that stupid bed together, I would have sooner thrown it than looked at it.  BUT, the bed was/is a very nice gift from Cara’s grandparents and aunt so it would have been just a bit rude to wreck the nice bed.

I am awake.  I have been awake since 5 am.

Cara is awake.  Cara has been awake since 5 am.

Do you see a correlation here?

Not only did she wake up but I could here her bouncing in her crib and couldn’t help but hear the earsplitting screams.  [Cara, is the screaming REALLY necessary?!]

The most maddening part about the screaming is that it’s not a pissed off scream or a sad scream.  It’s just a damn loud scream to let me know that she’s ready to get up.

Kind of like Sailor Jerry but Sailor Jerry doesn’t wake you up at 5 am.

This picture is a prime example of how when you want your kids to wear something they won’t.

When you don’t want your kids to wear something or it’s not the time for them to wear something then you can’t pry their grubby hands from the item.

I’ve bitched written about all of our family being 16 hours away and how Christmas just didn’t feel right. But, despite my Grinchesqe feelings, I still planned a kick ass dinner and wrapped Cara’s presents.

Yesterday started just like any other day. Cara got up early, we all snuggled in bed for a few minutes and then Tucker and I accepted the fact that we couldn’t put off the paper strewing any longer.

Tucker spread all of Cara’s presents around her and she tore into the paper like it was her job; she knew exactly what she was supposed to do.