A Day in the Life of Saanvi

I had a day full of mixed feelings. And it ended in a fun-filled adventure for all!

We started the day going to a place called Truckee. It was my first time there. They have a really cool park just for bikes! That blew my mind. Some of my friends came too and they brought their Striders. My Mama thought that once I watched my friends ride their striders, I would want to try mine. Boy, was she right! I helped my friends put air in their tires – man manual pumps are hard work – and then we rocked the trails! I had a few crashes along the way, but boy was that so much fun. Oh man, babies are so much fun too! There was a little baby there, but he couldn’t ride a Strider yet, he’s still a baby. But I tickled his little toes and he was giggling so hard! Man, I wonder if I was that little?

(Sorry for the silly stickers in the pictures. I don’t want share my friends faces without their permission.)

After that, we had to come back because my Mama started getting cranky. My moms get cranky super fast but then they blame it on me! The nerve! We also had to come back because I had my big 18 month check up! The doc gave me another clean bill of health and my body finally caught up to my noggin! I am officially 22.3 lbs and 31.5 inches! I hate going to the doc though. She’s cool and all, but they. always. Give. Me. Shots! And wouldn’t you know it, I got two more today. I tried to escape when the doc finished her check up because I knew it was coming, but my attempt at escape was foiled by my moms and the doc. Don’t worry, I let them know how angry I was.

When my Mom finally got home from being lazy at work (we know she doesn’t work, she makes me do everything! ) She needed my help in a big way. She could not figure out how to back her truck in the driveway. She pleaded and begged for my help. She almost got down on her knees, but I told her I’d help her. Moms should not grovel. It is…unbecoming. I hopped in her truck and showed her how it’s done. She profusely thanked me, but I didn’t get anything but a hug! How rude.

I guess we come to the point in my story where I tell you about the fun-filled adventure for all.

It was an evening like any other evening. Quiet and peaceful… maybe loud and chaotic depending on who you ask in this story. I was minding my own business, playing, causing mischief. Mischief is my job and I take it very serious. My Mom suddenly pulls out jammie’s and says it’s Jammie time in this weird, loud, beastly voice. (Side note: It could have been her normal voice, but all I heard was monstrosity for telling me I needed jammies). I was not ready for jammies, I needed to run wild and free like my ancestors. I looked mom dead in the eye and as we heard “Way down we go” by Kaleo in the background, I took off one strap of my diaper. By the time she got up, I had the whole thing off and took off running! She picked up the diaper to wrangle me and put it back on me. Little did she know I had put a nice, stinky surprise in the diaper…a poop landmine if you will. When she picked up the diaper, she flung my butt nuggets all through the house as she chased me down. My Mama finally told her that she was flinging poop like a monkey. Don’t know why she couldn’t sit back and enjoy the fun. I ran back to my Mama with my Mom chasing me, still holding butt nugget diaper and a wipe this time for me. Once they managed to get the poop off of me, I took off again. Naked like the day I was born while my Mom tried to pick up my little nuggets. I ran back to the couch to jump on the couch to my tunes. My mom came over to me, this time with a clean diaper. As Mom grabbed me for the diaper, my Mama noticed something. Small little nuggets on the couch. Little did moms know that I had ran through one of my own landmines before they could get them all cleaned up!

My moms finally wrangled me. They got all the poop, put a clean diaper on, got my jammies on and then Mom distracted me while Mama mopped the floor. I know she really wanted to do that, so I made sure the floor was extra dirty. Now they also get to wash some couch cushions. I am just making sure I help my Moms properly clean.

Man, that was a fun adventure friends. Whew.

I’ll end my story with a picture of my visit to my friend, Mrs Heidi, yesterday. She rocks the PT world and I’m pretty sure I am the greatest assistant Physical Therapy hospital doctor green ball director ever! Thanks for taking me under your wing. Sorry Mom, I’m really starting to think Assistant Controller is not my gig.