The joys of parenthood.

So yesterday I decided when I got home from work that I was going to pack up Rosalie and head down to city hall to register to vote. I got her in her stroller and headed to the train. Everything's fine. She was staring at everything she could focus on in the train. We got off at Quincy Center and I register. Everything's still fine. We head over to New England Comics, because I've been behind in the adventures of Thor and wanted to know what the Thunder God has been up to. (side note, you get a lot of weird looks pushing a baby around in a comic store.) Everything's still fine. I decided to head over to T.J. Maxx to get her some P.J.s because she's grown out of a couple pairs, when she starts fussing. I figure she needs a new diaper. When go into Burger King so I can change her. They don't have one of those changing table dealies, so I have to change her in her car seat. This is when she decides to flip the fuck out like I've never seen. As soon as I get the diaper off, she starts screaming so bad that she's choking. Her face was bright red and her whole body was shaking. Then as I go to put the new diaper on her, she starts pissing everywhere. I tried to catch as much as I could with a new diaper, but she still managed to get it all over the bottom of her onesie and the car seat. I've never seen a girl pee before, and frankly, it's an image I could've done without. As soon as I got her outside, she quited down and fell asleep as if nothing had happened. She hates when she stops moving in the stroller, and I didn't want to stop moving her again, so I walked her back home from there. On the plus side, I saw Quiton on my way home.

So, in the end, my daughter is a fucking psycho. I think she gets it from Tina. There's no way she gets that from my genes.