Tales of Li'l Foot

This morning when I dropped Li’l Foot off at daycare we went straight to the room.  Usually I stop in the kitchen and drop off Li’l Foot’s stock of all things edible.  When I stop, she usually winds up hanging around outside the kitchen door and with the boredom she decides the potty (next door over) would be a good time waster and incessantly tries to convince me that she’s gotta go, when I know she does not have to!  I figured I’d roll with it this morning and change up our routine so as to avoid the confrontation of potty time altogether.  So into the toddler room we went.  I dropped her bag off, grabbed her food that needed to be refrigerated and her waffle to cook for her breakfast and headed out the door, and she started fussing until she realized I was letting her come with me.  She still whimpers when I leave daycare for real and was getting ready for me to leave when I wasn’t.  We went to the kitchen, made her waffle and went back to the toddler room, without potty incident! (Which by the way, Li’l Foot did not go in her diaper once on Saturday.  She wore the same diaper from Friday night until Sunday morning.)

When we returned to the toddler room I headed for the kids table to set her waffle and milk cup down.  And once she entered the room, she just stood there at the entrance to the room right by the baby gate that spans the doorway.  She wouldn’t move for anything.  She stood there taking in the room, the staff, the other kids and surveying what I was doing but under no circumstances was she going to move away from the gate, because that would leave it unattended and I would have access to it and be able to escape.  She was having none of that.  She was totally playing the roll of gate keeper.  That little smarty pants is totally on to my game in the morning.  I hung around for a little while.  I sat on the floor near the door and she toddled over and plopped down on my lap.  But she’s so smart.  She knows if I say anything like “Okay” or “I love You” I am about to give her a kiss and a hug and leave, so when I said these words this morning she started whimpering.

I know she’s just playing me.  I know it FOR A FACT!!!  I know that she whimpers when I leave and point 2 seconds later she’s fine.  I know that before I’ve left I’ve given her the love she needs and that she’s just trying to make me feel bad.  And okay, while I do feel bad for that point 2 seconds I know she’s absolutely 100 % fine and loves playing with the other kids and falling asleep at the lunch table after a long hard morning of play. (Hey, what do you think would happen if I fell asleep in my lunch at the lunch table here at work?  And then fell over on the floor and got rug burn on my forehead like she did?)  Heehee!!!