She knows the good stuff

Since we’ve transitioned to one afternoon nap a day, I’ve been trying my best to find things to do in the morning to keep us busy. If not? Mornings can be difficult. Until we figure out this new routine, getting from wake-up until after lunch without a nap can be tough for both of us. Since it’s winter and the weather is less than stellar, finding things to keep us busy can also be tough. Thankfully, three mornings a week are taken care of. Mondays we have library, Tuesday and Wednesday she goes to day care. That leaves Thursday and Friday. So, yesterday, in an attempt to keep us busy and distracted for a few hours, we headed to the mall for some quick shopping.

It was sidewalk days and we found some great deals. Hello, new boots for Mama! It was getting close to lunch time when we finished our shopping so I decided to indulge myself in my most sinfully delicious pregnancy craving – New York Fries Poutine and a fountain Pepsi.

(um, who am I kidding? I get this every time I’m at the mall, pregnant or not)

I got mine to go, since you know, despite the disgusting stuff I will put in my body, I still like to feed my toddler relatively healthy. By the time we got home, Eva had started falling asleep in the car seat so I wanted to get her lunch and put her down as soon as possible.

I rushed into the house, covered in blustery snow, dropped my food and liquid gold Pepsi on the table, got our coats and boots off and headed to the kitchen to fix some lunch for the little.

A few seconds later, I heard a little commotion. I turned around and didn’t my little lady have that fountain pop right in her hands, slurping Pepsi from the straw like it was her job?

I was kind of stunned.

I mean, I forget that she’s tall enough to reach things off the table if they’re too close to the edge. I was also pretty amazed that she managed to get the cup into her hands without spilling it on the floor. Which is a darn good thing. Because as my dear girl Crystal said, it would be a shame if I had to teach her how to slurp the good stuff up off the floor at such a young age.

Because you better believe I would have. Ain’t gonna let a single drip of Pepsi go to waste.

I admit, for a second, I had an internal debate going on in my head between snatching the cup out of her hands as quickly as possible and snatching my camera for a quick snapshot. I ended up going with the first option. Mostly because I didn’t want to share my Pepsi. If you know me at all, you know that I have an affinity for Pepsi. Okay, fine. I am a hopeless addict. It’s my lifeline. It’s my best friend.

And, apparently, I passed that on to my daughter.

Because when I snatched the cup away from her and told her that it was Mommy’s cup and she couldn’t have it?

She laughed. Hysterically.

And she said, “MMM! CUP! MO! PEAS!”

And then laughed some more.

At least she knows how to distinguish the good stuff.