I'm back after a three day hiatus, I was working from home and watching Maria, there just wasn't time to blog let alone shower.
So I get home on Monday and Riley looks haggard. He hasn't showered, he's shushing me because he just got Maria to sleep and he's looking at me with this "save me" kind of expression. Safe to say he's had a bad day. It was one of those days where Maria was fighting sleep, which she does on a regular basis, and he just couldn't do anything to make her happy. The one thing he did try fired back at him. He gave her the remote to play with, which she loves, and she hit her self in the head and blamed him...what a little lady. Then he proceeds to tell me he was trying to open her baby food and the seal was so tight he had to use his teeth to pry it open and when he did...wait for it...it exploded in his face. I can't stop laughing and he's looking to me for sympathy and I do sympathize but I just can't control myself. Maria in the mean time has woken up and I'm holding her and she's looking at him like "that's right, my mama's home and I'm telling on you." It was hilarious. She would turn and smile at me and when she looked at him, she would just glare. How is it that she's already a moody little girl? How is it that she's developed her mother's personality in 6 short months? She's happy go lucky, but don't piss her off...she's my clone!!
