- In what was perhaps the stupidest decision of 2013, I rashly decided to bring the three girls by myself to church, where we sat in the sanctuary. While I was nursing Margaux, here's what Sylvie did:
|That's Revlon Terra Cotta, FYI|
And then she got on her belly and slithered like a snake to communion. I tried to grab her, but she resisted, and I didn't want to cause a big old scene right in front of Mongsignor, so I let her slither.
Maybe we''ll try THAT again in 2059.
- And at the car dealer, she poured a bottle of water all over herself, and then took off her shirt. I put on her jacket, but then she took off her pants. The proper old grandma there was horrified.
Are you sensing a theme here?
I have to remember she is going through a bit of a tough time. Last week, finally, at the ripe old age of two and a half, she woke up to discover that the bottle monster had come in the wee hours of the night to take her beloved bottles and give them to babies in need. So she no longer has her little comforting baba. Couple that trauma with trying to shed naps, sleep upstairs with her siblings...and, well, it's not easy to be two and a half.
But we're having some fun too:
|Nightly walks to give me the will to keep getting our current house ready to "stage." Hah! Hah!|
|Discussing Leprechauns after a sleepover|
But a night without cooking and cleaning? Spring break for mama.