Well, we made it ten blissful mornings of excitement and wonder.  Today was day #11.  Where do I begin?  It's raining, so there's that.  So throw in not forgetting a slicker for Baby Duck this morning, which was actually a success. 
     Baby Duck woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.  She was grouchy and foul.  For some reason she thought that yelling at me repeatedly was going to work out well for her.  Apparently some of her sense was still asleep!  Did I mention that I overslept and missed my 15 minutes to myself with my coffee before waking her up?  Yeah, that wasn't good.
     So during the few cooperative moments we had this morning, Baby Duck managed to get toothpaste in her hair.  I didn't know about this and it dried.  Next thing I know she is screeching like a banshee because she has ripped a chunk of hair out of her head trying to brush through the Toothpaste Tangle From Dimension X.  After trying unsuccessfully to navigate the bramble patch she called hair myself, I quickly resorted to Plan F:  otherwise known as "Screw it.  I'm just going to wash your hair in the sink."  The banshee screeching escalated because washing her hair in the kitchen sink was scary and weird to her.  Have I told you yet that I still haven't gotten any time for coffee at this point?
     Once I got her in position and convinced her that the scalding hot water I use to wash dishes was not the temperature of what I was about to douse her head with... well, she giggled and squirmed and said it tickled and nearly got her shirt soaked in the process.  In the mean time, Ladybug sat on the bathroom floor and covered her legs in roughly 47 Scooby Doo Band-Aids.

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