Broken Streak

I am incredibly sad to report that it is 6:45 and Lucy is up, watching Higglytown Heroes and screaming at me for more water in a sippy I don't recognize. I really thought the past three days were a good sign...
Here is 5 minutes in the life of Lucy:

• Finds remote
• Straddles my lap and tells me a ten-secind story about remotes, I think.
• Cries until I put the remote down her shirt.
• Giggles at remote in her shirt.
• Cries when she realizes she has a remote in her shirt- I remove it.
• Pulls pile of clean laundry off the couch, looking for something. I am glad I vacuumed last night.
• Finds pink flowered bloomers, makes it very clear that she wants to wear them on her head.
• Mommy put them on her head. Bloomers are close, but not exactly what she was looking for.
• Clean diaper was a closer match.
• Pushes lid of laptop up and down several times. Dance to a commercial.
• Looks down her shirt to makes sure the remote isn't still in there.
• Pushes power button on laptop, requiring me to decide whether or not I want to shut down.
• Climbs on couch and leans as far over the side as possible, squealing "Daaaaaaadddddeeeee!"

I think that was closer to 4 minutes. Another minute would result in catastrophe, I think.