The Noodle has always been a drama queen.
In the hospital after she was born, I was sooo exhausted. I had been up for 2 days straight with a 21 hour labor (really, it was 20 1/2 hours, but after you have a baby you're allowed to round up. Am I right, ladies??). All I wanted to do was get a little sleep, so I gave my screaming infant to the nursery and tuckered in for a little shut-eye.
After a couple of hours I had to get up to use the bathroom (The ol' bladder is never the same after having a baby. Am I right, ladies??).
I glanced out my door to see a nurse craning her neck and wringing her hands while looking into my room. So I stop and go to the door while she scurries over to me and tells me that my Noodle hasn't stopped crying since she got into the nursery.......she needs her Mom. I guess they had intubated her to see if she still had some muconium in her tummy and checked to see if she had a broken clavicle because she cried to so much.
When we put her in a preschool-type daycare, I guess she was very quiet and good all day. Her teachers loved her. They'd tell me a little tidbit about her day. Then I'd take her home.
And she would act out the entire day in her playing after we got home.
And only if I wasn't looking.
So I'd make dinner and watch and listen, and then Zuddy would come home and watch and listen and we'd have an idea about what her day was like.
But only an idea.
Because sometimes she'd act out a scuffle or she'd rrreeeaaally be telling someone off. After one of those situations, we'd ask the teacher if she was being mean to so-and-so (Because I don't want to raise a brat, people). "Oh no!", they'd say, "she doesn't really fight back. No! It was so-and-so who was being mean!"
But she'd fight back at home!! She'd get it all out in her dramatic play. She'd let so-and-so have it when she got home, yessirree!
Well, she hasn't changed a bit. She still does the dramatic play with her dolls and stuffed animals.
Last night, I was on the computer and Zuddy was sitting on the sofa watching the Noodle play on the front steps. He came into the office/playroom looking at me with a stunned expression - you know - big eyes, gaping mouth?
Then he knelt down beside me and told me that my daughter just gave birth on the front steps.
I guess it was pretty quick, but a little noisy.
She had a Webkinz Panda.