Apparently the "Mama's home!" honeymoon is already over as far as Genevieve is concerned. This morning she yelled at me when I smiled at her and gave her a cuddle when she woke up, and then she threw a giant fit when I attempted to dress her in weather-appropriate clothing, refusing to wear anything other than a short-sleeved onesie, cotton pants, and bare feet. (Here's an unsurprising update on the whole baby's-cold-at-night problem: not only does Genevieve continue to refuse to wear the infamous toddler sleep-sack, she also will not wear a blanket sleeper, or even footie pajamas, or even an undershirt-onesie under her regular knit pajamas, or even socks on her feet. WHICH WOULD BE ALL WELL AND GOOD IF SHE KEPT HER BLANKETS ON AT NIGHT. Or even if she kicked off her blankets all night long but somehow remained unbothered, asleep, and NOT CRYING about it.
This baby is going to turn all my hair gray.
And let me tell you this. Guess what? There is actually no earthly way to force a two-year-old to keep socks on her feet. Or a cardigan on over her short-sleeved shirt. And are you imagining that one just simply forcibly puts the sleep-sack on her? Or the blanket sleeper? Or the footie pajamas? Are you thinking this? Well, sure she'll cry, but just force it on her and make her wear it. She'll get over it. Um, no. What occurred when we attempted such a coup was a scene that threatened to spur the neighbors to alarmedly phone Child Protective Services. You think I am joking, but I am not.
It's going to be a long winter, people.