Lazy

Tim was a very supportive friend when I had my Nordstrom incident with Quinn the other day.

When he got home, he said, "Tell me all about it."

So I went through the afternoon and what led up to the fit of all fits at the mall that evening.

"I left work and then picked up the girls from daycare. And then..." blah, blah, blah.

When I was all done, he said nicely, "I think your problem is that you are not nearly lazy enough. I would have said, 'I just worked, and you (Quinn) just had a long day at daycare. Let's not leave the house for 3 days.' It has never once crossed my mind to take the girls to a store."

Love it. We had a good laugh.

Then this morning Quinn had another monster fit in the Plaza of the Grand America Hotel in SLC. It was time to feed Kenna, and Tim was taking care of the Quinn situation, so I sat on a couch in the lobby doing my thing watching the plaza through a giant window. It looked like a cartoon as Tim chased Quinn in zig-zags across the square. I would see them pass, and then they would go out of my site. Then I would see them again and this time Tim would be holding her or reaching for her. Maybe the next time they passed Quinn would be chasing Tim and so on and so on. It was hilarious.

Eventually I heard the ever so familiar "My doggy, my paci" cry coming from behind me. That is always how a fit ends. A cry for the things that soothe her.

Since then Tim has brought up the fit about 5 times. I think he really gets it now: My job is hard. My favorite of the comments he made are, "It's a lot easier to be a nice parent from 0 to 2 years old." "Wow, she is really intense in those fits." "She's really strong." "We're gonna have to work on those..."

Yeah, I know.

Anyway, I enjoyed being the lazy one today. :)