What can I say?
This morning(well EVERY morning) Maggie INSISTED on dressing herself. She is very proud of herself for MATCHING colors. So, no matter what, if their is pink, then ANY other pink is fair game, blue with blue, purple with purple, etc. So her first choice was the shirt, and when I calmly offered up a variety of denim shorts, she resoundingly said NO! Then she spotted the plaid shorts and Voila! a marriage made in clashing heaven. And then, THEN next thing I know she is informing me that she WILL be wearing tennis shoes. People, this is a girl who I could NOT pay to even put socks on, much less wear closed toed shoes. So please note the ruffle socks and the pink tennis shoes. When she was complete (hey at least she let me do her hair; which these days is dictated to be a BIG ponytail in the back, LONG) I could NOT turn down the opportunity to take a picture. So I said, "Oh Maggie, I really need to take your picture." She said "ok" and then popped this pose out.
WHO IS SHE?
Ah me, I remember the days when I got to dress her like my little doll. She always looked like a million bucks in her well matched clothes and cute hair and bows. But alas, she turned into a sniveling, snarling, white hot ball of terror and no longer am I allowed to help her look presentable. Good thing her face is so cute.
What in the world will tomorrow bring.
Her FIRST day of preschool.
My baby is growing up too fast.
There will be a battle, 'cause I WILL throw down and insist on a well matched outfit to meet her classmates in.
I'm ridiculous like that.
But, I do love her. Even when she gets mad (which really is at ANYTHING) and yells out "FINE, then Mommy I'm NOT your best friend." (she thinks this is a gutt punch)
Her current idea of super mean, this is the WORST thing she can say is....
Mommy, you're a dangit!
This show is a dangit!
Maxi is a dangit!
Mommy, you're WIERD.
This lunch is WIERD.
She thinks she is soooo insulting me BAD.
She also likes to use this charming manipulative tactic.
After being disciplined, or told NO, or sent to her room...
I hear..."Mommy you are mean. Shame on you Mommy. When you put me in my room, it hurts my heart."
"When you tell me I am sassy to you, it hurts my heart Mommy."
Ocassionally this tactical maneuver works, and I feel bad....for a minute. But then I tell her that her bad behaviour hurts my heart MORE.
Last night I made dinner. It was a chicken and rice number. So, I called the kids over to eat. Max was excitedly sitting in his chair when Maggie said.
"I will NOT eat this lunch, EVER NEVER." "I'm NOT even hungry, I'm NOT eating this EVER."
So now Max is along for the ride. Suddenly he's not interested in his dinner. He watches EVERY.SINGLE.THING she does and copies it.
Anyway, she proceeds on this ridiculous tirade for a good 3 minutes. Saying that she HATES this dinner, it's WIERD and it's GROSS, and she ONLY likes cheesy rollups and noodles macaroni. And I kid you not, she's raging on, yelling that this is disgusting (mind you I have not reacted at all. I've just said, that's ok, then you don't have to eat it and I continued to eat mine calmly, AND she's been holding her fork the whole time)so picture it...crazy rage talk then ::stick fork in rice:: this is wierd, I will ever never eat it ::put fork in mouth:: and "I LOVE THIS DINNER, it is soooo YUMMY." ::eat, eat, snort, munch, chew, moan.:: No, not kidding. Julie witnessed it too. She completely changed her mind MID sentence. I seriously nearly fell off my chair.
I think she gets possessed by random angry demons, 'cause nothing else makes sense.
Good thing she gobbled up her delicious dinner. But the damage was done...Max still would have NOTHING to do with it.
Max had carried a full cup of water over to the sink and dumped it in. Apparently he did some dropping of H2O on his way.
Maggie is spouting off about something again, and suddenly she's on the floor and totally bawling. I look over and she's sprawled out, all "ass up in the neighbors yard". I ask what happened and she said she slipped, between screams and tears. And THEN she says..."I'm NOT wearing these panties, EVER NEVER, they're wet." She stands up in all her consternation, takes a big step and seriously slips in the water again, virutally doing the splits and ending up in the same aforementioned position. At that point I was crying I was laughing sooo hard. I might have also been doing the cross and clench (I needed to pee) as I giggled uncontrollably. Yes, I AM that mean of a Mom. But c'mon...she deserved it. All that needless raging and yelling.
In the end, she got her new panties, notihng was broken and she went to bed and slept soundly.
In spite of the random psychotic breaks, she really has some sweet moments and funny thoughts. I appreciate her random spoutings of "I Love Yous". And this phrase..."I should better." As in "I should better go get that." "I should better go tell Daddy." etc. It just cracks me up.
She's really into needing to tell me "secrets." "Mommy, MOMMY I NEEEED to tell you a secret, IN.YOUR.EAR" So, I'll lean down and most of the time it will literally be a "silent" mouth moving saying nothing, which I'm meant to just "respond" to. OR, she will whisper.."Mommy, ummm, I LOVE YOU."
Now Max is insisting on telling me secrets. Except he says..."SECRET" "IN EAR". I put my ear down by his mouth and he says "SECRET...EARRRRR." Silly boy.
Maggie continues to sing and play piano and make up songs. Yesterday was about an angry troll, and today was all about the stars. She's pretty proud of her work too.
She's in my friends singing group on MOnday afternoons. It makes me so happy to drop her off and know that she gets to sing and dance and play for an hour, and she loves it. She came home today and sang me some of her songs. And by sing I mean, ONE LINE. But, it's cute none the less.
She's getting so big, so fast. It scares me and thrills me all at the same time.
I sure love my silly, beautiful, exhausting, frustrating and FUNNY girl!
Even if her taste IS suspect!
Plaids and polkadots,