Again, what's with the pee-pee and nap-fighting? I'd prefer sleep.

Well it's Tuesday...Spacedaddy's day to be home with Spacebooger (Anna).

At 1:44pm I check in with a phone call:

Spacemama: Why do I hear our baby in the background?
Spacedaddy: Uh-huh, she only napped for 30 minutes today. Woke up crying hard!
That's not our usual, happy wake-up Anna. Yep, the hallmark of teething...4 glroious canines. Or wait, could we facing another ear infection maybe? She HAS been pulling at her ears... No, no...not again...not the confusion and guessing. It's CLEARLY teething.
Spacemama: Hon, I am soooo sorry! Are you able to get anything done today with her up?
Spacedaddy: I am forcing her to play on her own.
He is managing to get SOME things done...
Spacemama: It's the teething...I am sorry, hon!

At 3:30pm, Spacedaddy calls me:

Spacedaddy: Anna, tell mommy what you did today?
Anna (over the phone, promted by daddy): Peepeeonapoddy!
Spacemama: You pee-peed on the potty?? What a BIG GIRL! Daddy, did you give high fives and YAY?
Spacedaddy: Lots of high-fives and yays!

She's hanging with Spacedaddy some more tonight while I tend to a personal matter with good friends. Hopefully his pudding concoction adds ibuprophen to the mix, which she refused him earlier today. If only she knew it was for her own good...