Poor Lulu had a stinky diaper, which she doesn't like, at an inconvenient time for changing (it was time to meet the bus) and didn't want to put on her shoes but did want to go outside and so wound up crying in the door while Pete and I waited for the bus at the top of the driveway. And her nose is running like crazy so she threw up (snot makes her do that) all over her shirt and mine when she finally did get outside. And Mommy keeps putting that stupid "hat" on her (that's what she calls the tiny pigtail I make on the top of her head to keep her hair out of the snot) even though she keeps pulling it out. And then she slipped in the bathroom and bit her tongue or her lip or something and there was all this blood. Fortunately she didn't get any on her second shirt of the day (or mine), but she wouldn't let me look in her mouth to check for missing teeth (she did finally - they're all there). And I had to call Husbandguy then so he could commiserate with me about how hard it can be to have a toddler sometimes.
Whew! It's just barely 9:00! What's next?!