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.