Too Bad

Too bad she's so sad and miserable, right? This is how she is 95% of the time, I swear it. But LORD GOD, the other five percent is insane. Last night she got mad at Anthony in the tub and she was crying. Mike told her she was going to have to come out of the tub if she kept it up and she did and he took her out and I went to get her and she was, like, FURIOUS. Like stiff as a board, so mad, she just - she didn't know what to do with herself. It freaks me out when she gets like that, because it's so the opposite of how she normally is, plus I am tense about tantrums because of Anthony. She calmed down after a minute or two and wanted to go say she was sorry to Mike, and she did. It's very upsetting when she gets mad like that but I can't let her KNOW it's upsetting to me because I have the feeling it would happen a LOT more if she knew what it did to me. So I'm not teaching her to read yet and no one tell her, okay? :)

Friday

• Have I said she calls the driveway the drive-through?  She says "can we play in the drive through?" almost every day when we get home.  She loves it and I hate it, because it's hard to watch all three of them.
• She is getting very entertaining in general.  She tells the story of the three little pigs, and she pretends to be the wolf, and she makes a scary voice, it's adorable.   She sings Broadway Baby, and she calls Times Square Times Squares.  She just adds in consonants where she feels they will give the song something extra.  Like she sings the end and she says "In a great!  Bit! Broadwait! Shooooooooowt!"  because she likes the way the T sounds at the end.  
• I screwed up and stupid ballet started TODAY and not next week, PLUS the class is full, so we have to do Wednesdays at 12.  This will screw with the nap schedule pretty good but it's only seven weeks and also, she is probably outgrowing her nap enough that one or two days won't kill her.  
• In a few weeks, she'll be three and a half.  Crazy.  I hope that in the second half of her third year, she'll start to not wear a diaper at night, but I am not too pushed about it.  
• She is the most loving sister ever.  Sure, she can be a complete rat to Veronica if she wants something.  She and Veronica had a fight at Trader Joe's yesterday that I can only describe as operatic.  Seriously, it was insane.  Tears!  Yelling!  Screaming!  Wrestling!  More tears!  I've never seen anything like it.  But mostly she is lovely to her and she is always, by some miracle, so sweet and kind with Anthony.  She loves him so much.  I think this is because girls always like boys that don't like them, ha!  But she is a sweet thing, I have to admit it.  
• Her friend Emma has been away and we saw her today and she was so, so happy.  It's so hard to explain to someone Maria's age that her friends are out of town, or at their grandmother's house in NJ, or God forbid Italy.  Maria has no reference for it and she just gets mad.  
• Speaking of mad, she has gotten, like, ridiculously angry this week, at least once a day and sometimes more.  I guess the cold hard truth that you can't always get what you want is finally hitting home for her and - well, let's just say she's displeased.  

Pretty Baby

Maria is having fun at her camp, and I like it too! She's pretty quiet about what they do, but she always shows me her little projects and seems to be having fun when I go and get her. I think she'll be glad to be back into two days a week this fall. Today when I picked her up, we were pulling out of the lot and she said "I sure would like to go to the Children's Museum!". I said, well today we went to camp, that was our activity today and she said "hows about Thursday?". Ha!

Overserved

She is crazy. She's also sick, today, which stinks. I had no suspicion when she wanted to take a nap at 9:30. I was up early and I heard her yell at 5:30 but didn't go get her until 6:30, which is still pretty early for her, here lately.

So she napped for an hour at 9:30 and woke up hot and crabby and headachy. Now she's napped again and is doing a little better, I guess. She got her haircut yesterday and was the best haircut-tee ever. Sheesh - when she wants to do something and is happy about it, no one is happier! She was charming and sweet at the hair place.

But I'll tell you how she is. This morning at 6:30, I brought her in to Mike, who was still sleeping, and we all lay down for a while. I put her on the pillow and pulled up the blanket and put my arm around her and snuggled in and she said "Mommy?". I said, yes?, thinking she'd say something about how nice this was or something. Instead she said, "what Maria doing today?". Sigh. Even sick, she wants to go go go.

Pretty Profile

Reading

She's such a weirdo - she never, ever relaxes for more than two minutes. Then I find her in this baby swing, making up the words to this book. She's funny but crazy. Maybe she was hot? She's sitting right by the AC vent.

She had ballet today and it ends next week. Next week is a big one - she is starting swimming lessons at the Y, she'll go Monday and Wednesday. Tuesday, she and Veronica start at their summer camp. She is happier when she's kept busy, and that makes all of us happier, too.