nudity

every morning is pretty much the same at my house. the alarm goes off at 5:30am (butch hops out of the bed like a leprechaun on crack and is in the shower before i even scratch my ass). i lay there contemplating quitting my job right up until i roll out of bed at about 5:45am. i am dressed by 6am (no joke..i'm quick) and i step over the threshold of my bedroom door as ella babbles something loudly from her room to get my attention around 6:01am. each morning, i try to be as quiet as i can, hoping i can get her to sleep an extra 15 minutes so that i can make my breakfast in peace...but every morning, it's the same. this morning was no different...except it was. 

when i opened her bedroom door...i saw this:

now i knew damn well i put her to bed dressed in pajamas. she has never done this before, nor did i think she had the fine motor skills to pull off a stunt such as this. i gasped as she gave me a devilish grin...seeming to say, "good morning, mother..get used to putting my pjs on twice from now on...once at night, and once in the morning." she was pointing at her zip up pink footie pajamas on the floor acting like she had no idea how they were removed from her body and thrown out of the crib. (i also need to mention that she had dropped a deuce in her diaper...so one can only assume that she was just trying to get comfortable to do so?)

after changing her diaper, and dressing her in her pajamas (for the second time)...i went downstairs. as i was making breakfast, butch thought it would be a great time of day to discuss the presidential election. he began by asking me (as i was scrambling eggs) if i thought obama was going to win the race this year. he also rambled about how santorum is going to raise gas taxes and how he thinks newt gingrich is a jerk... i stopped him and as diplomatically as i could told him to check back with me after work to get my take on politics...it was 6:09am and i already had been startled by our daughter's nudity and changed a shitty diaper.

just another morning at our house...however, i will say it's better than yesterday morning, when butch almost went skipping out the door with a plastic grocery bag full of cat shit for his lunch. he had mistaken his usual plastic grocery bag (filled with lunch), for the plastic grocery bag (filled with cat shit) that was sitting by the door to go out to the trash.  just a steady diet of cat feces and naked babies ...par for the course around here, folks.