"Sun! Get out of my eyes! No sun! Stop it! Sun! NO!!"
"Hair, NO! You are in my face, Hair, stop! No, you hit my eyes, hair, STOP!!"
"CARSEAT, STOP! You are too tight! Stop, carseat! No! Stop! Tooooooo tight!!!!"
Then all of these statements were immediately followed by screaming, wailing and gnashing of teeth. Can anyone guess how I relieved I was when things finally fell silent around the Lehi exit and the kid had finally fallen asleep?
(On a fairly regular basis, she hurtles such comments to Ellie as, "Stop laughing!" "Stop looking at me!" "Stop crying!" "Stop touching me!" and "Stop, Ellie, STOP!" That last one is apparently when Ellie is looking, breathing or existing in a way that's not to her older sister's liking. Seriously people, three is looking WAY harder than two.)
Unrelated to the crazies that reside in her head, I've determined that Annie is, in fact, an artistic prodigy or genius or something. (Well, maybe not so unrelated . . . those artistic types aren't known for their even keeled sanity. Yeah, I'm lookin' at you van Gogh.)
Anyway, yesterday while painting adorable pictures for her various grandmothers for Mothers Day, Annie told me she wanted to paint her own name on the top of one of her masterpieces. I was washing dishes at the time, and didn't keep track of what she was doing, and it wasn't until much later that night, when both girls were in bed that I got around to cleaning up the painting mess, and found this:
And mind you, this was all done with supplies purchased at the Dollar Store. I'm just saying, with better tools, who knows what she could've done!?Either way, this one is going in the scrapbook. (Y'all can read the word "Annie" there, right? It's not just me?)
(He he he . . . OK, so unrelated to the above . . . you know how I talk about Annie being SO horrible about going to bed. She has slept on the floor of her room the last four or five nights 'cause she has now decided she will never sleep in her bed again). Tonight was one of the really bad nights. This time it was Greg who was failing miserably at putting her to sleep. And you know, when it's not me in charge, it's kinda funny to watch her antics to stay awake. Anyway, around nine o'clock, Greg came into our room, shaking his head, muttering, "She. IS. CRAZY." It suddenly made me picture a little ticker or something on the side of my blog, a Greg vs. Annie bedtime scoreboard. Starting today, it would've looked something like: Greg 0, Annie 1. This may be a future feature of the blog . . . )
8 comments:
This made me chuckle. If patient and calm Greg thinks she is crazy, I can all imagine. Thank goodness Annie was born to you guys and not some other non-patient people. She is very lucky to have you guys! Totally love her picture. She is a genius....how many not quite three year old's can write their names?
I totally can see "Annie". And just for the record, I hated the whole three year old stage. "terrible twos" were really not so terrible. I am all for a campaign to change that saying to the terrific twos and the terrible threes.
I totally read it as Annie before I read your story. It's like she's been saying all along, "Annie's a genius."
Just as you find it amusing when Greg has to deal with Annie's bedtime antics, I am really excited to see how she does sleeping in a hotel room for a week. This should be fun ;) (I'm a little evil, I know).
i'm liking the scoreboard idea ;)
I can totally picture Greg saying that. I can even hear HOW we would. And it made me laugh! She is crazy. I could hear her last night as I was talking to you on the phone.
I think you should really put the scoreboard up! Just put a blanket on the floor and let her sleep there.
Seriously, though, I'm an art major and look at me! I'm quite weird and crazy. Just ask Marissa or Joey.
This all sounds very familiar. I have been told the cuter the little girl the bigger the attitude;-) I have also been told terrible twos and even worse threes. Annie is adorable so you are in trouble!ha
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