She got mad that I wouldn't play Kids of Catan NOW, not
later Mommy NOW! NOOOOWWWW! NOWWWWWWWW! Steve
escorted her to her very own room and tried to help her calm
down. She was having NONE of it, so he left. She went
totally Keith Moon on the place (which I might point out, she's only
had for a few days, so it was pristine), yanking her dresses off their
hangars, upending the My Little Pony basket, the Baby stuff basket, the
Random Crap basket. Flinging them about like monkey feces.
Just a total temper-tantrum tornado. Apparently, it was something
to see, complete with lying on the ground kicking and banging with
fists. She's done her reading, I see. I didn't see it, I
was downstairs, looking for the gin.
And now, this morning, I held her hand as she hopped down each step,
saying "hop" each time. Her cute little bob haircut flopped up
and down. Her little hops so precise. She was just totally
in the moment of the hops. She was leading me downstairs so that
I could tuck in her "pretend friend." "She doesn't feel very
well, so I'm giving her my shake. Well, I'm sharing it with
her." I went over to the chair where there was a pillow, a
blanket, and a shake. I said, "What do you need me to
do?"
"Fix her blanket, please." She noted my hesitation, "the shake is not my friend."
Ah. "Is she on the pillow?"
"yes."
So I arranged the covers around the friend and asked her
name. I expected it to be Karen, since that is Lily's name of
choice (and I know Julianna and Ben had them too, and cannot for the
LIFE of me remember them. I suck. Mine was Cindy,
though. I remember that), but no. She said,
"Princess....Mommy."
So I tucked Princess Mommy in snugly. "We want another TV show."
"Oh, and what would your friend like to see?"
"She likes the same things I do."
"Convenient. And what would that be?"
"Little Einsteins. We want the balloon one because we like
balloons." And TV watching enables mommy to go type it all in.
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Julianna called everything "Odball" for YEARS. Then she switched to Angel and Sylvia.
Ben named everything Max, except he called himself Mark.
The tantrum was someting to see. She rolled around on the floor, kicking and pounding with her fists, eyes screwed tight, and screaming at the top of her lungs.
I actually left the room because my first reaction was laughter, and that probably wouldn't have been helpful. It was pretty hilarious, though.
Oh, yeah, Oddball and Max. That's why children need two parents.
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