Friday, January 20, 2012

"Hey, Chew with your mouth closed!"

Nobody ever told me how absolutely insane three year old girls are. I mean, I've heard of the terrible twos, but where was my warning about the clinically insane threes?! In the course of just one hour, my daughter can make me a fake cup of tea, lay on the floor sobbing and whining, tap dance, refuse to put away her toys, shower me with kisses, scream "IT'S NOT FAIR!", sing a song to make me laugh, and then get mad at me for laughing at her. I'll be honest, sometimes I wake up in the morning and just lay as still as possible, not wanting to wake the beast!

Today, she conveniently had a meltdown right after daddy left for work. I'm talking about a full blown, screaming, stomping, crying tantrum. The difference this time was that I actually knew what was wrong for a change! She was ready for nap-time. Dear, sweet nap-time. I lay her in bed and she drifted to sleep, frowning at me. Just as I leaned my head back for a nap of my own, I heard her burst into laughter! I jumped up to look at her. She was still asleep and had the biggest, brightest, big-cheeked smile on her face. She just laughed and laughed and then said playfully, "Hey! Chew with your mouth closed!" I couldn't help but crack up laughing, too. I put my head down next to hers, pulled her in closer to me, and kissed her smiling lips

Yes, it's true. I never understood how crazy little girls could be. After all, I am the youngest in my family. I WAS the crazy little girl. I didn't get to witness it. However, just as true is how incredibly freakin' amazing and fun it is to raise such a crazy little lady. My daughter makes me laugh like no one has before and while she can sometimes make me feel like ripping my hair out, she also makes me feel so proud and blessed, every day.

While there are some days when I wake up in fear of what she has in store for me, there are more days when I go to sleep wishing she'd stay this insane little three year old girl forever. Geez, now I sound crazy! Man, I really do love my little psychopath.

1 comment:

  1. When she's 13, 23, and 33 I hope Joey looks back at these blogs and is reminded of how much her Mama loves her. :)

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