girlfriend!! you have been a little monster lately. I'm pretty sure your top canine teeth are about to cut, and Mama knows you do not like cutting teeth! Daddy and i are heart-broken for you during these times. I can't imagine what the pain feels like - we've all experienced it though. I kind of remember my 12 year old molars coming in, and it was dull achy pain. no matter what it feels like, i can tell you don't like it. You have not been yourself for the past week. You (and half you class) had a case of stomach bug/diarrhea, followed by the teething (or so I hope). Your temperature will spike and then drop back down to a low-grade fever. your mood gets worse in the evening, and these past two nights all you want is me snuggling up next to you. i will snuggle you to sleep and then try to sneak away to go do chores/cook dinner for Daddy, and next thing i know your wailing, half-awake-half-asleep in the bed. then it takes another 20 minutes to soothe you back to sleep. It's rough, but could be worse. I hope you always want to snuggle with me.
you're starting to speak tiny sentences, and give little commands. you are very independent! almost to a fault. we both get so frustrated at each other; you want to do everything by yourself. you definitely have your father's personality. so yeah, were trying to figure how to nurture you without hindering your independence....OK, i have no clue what I'm talking about here. sometimes i feel so overwhelmed with you and Daddy. it scared me to think that you guys might gang-up on me one day. you're too smart for your own good!
this morning it was a struggle to get you dressed. and then put your socks on, and God-forbid i put your shoes on for you. i have to secretly get your shoes out (i took all your shoes away and put them in Daddy's closet because of the temper-tantrums you would have over them - I'll save that for another post). you love love love love love loooove shoes... i get your shoes all ready; untie them; pull the tongue back and widen them up so it's easy for you to slip on. well this morning, when you tried to look down to slip your shoes on, your dress would get in the way of you seeing what you were doing. i tried to pull your dress back, but you lost it when you thought i was helping you too much. this escalated really quickly with you screaming and wanting your dress off. we were running late for playschool and work and i let my temper flare. "MAE, PUT YOUR SHOES ON NOW!" now mind you, i have to say that I've been realllly patience this past week regarding your mood, your feelings and what not, but in this moment i lost it and yelled. girlll, I've never seen you mind me more than in this moment. you picked up your shoe and asked me for help. the moment didn't last long before you were off whining about something else. but i felt as if i accomplished something great. and in that moment i was Mommy, the shoe warrior-princess. ugh! i do not like yelling at you, and I'm sorry i did (kinda)...
Today is our FriYAY, so tomorrow will be just you and me, all day. i plan on snuggling with you and getting laundry done. i pray that you will be feeling better and we can both enjoy our day together -- heck, I pray that you are feeling better and we can enjoy tonight! Maybe you will even go to bed without having to lay your head on my tummy to fall asleep and mayyybe Daddy and i will get to snuggle on the couch and watch some Netflix ;)
love you sweet-thang. growing up is hard, but i promise i will be here for you every step of the way. XO
