My friends and I agree; half birthdays are killers for the under fives. Did no one ever warn you about the "Terrible Two-and-a-Halfs"? No?
Right now Lili is approaching her fourth half birthday (which means she is just about three and a half), and we have all been riding the emotional roller coaster with her. One moment she may be wearing a pirate hat and collapsing into fits of giggles as she salutes and exclaims, "Lili Carson: reporting for duty! DOOODIE?!? What's duty?" The next moment she is a crumpled, heaving mass of blond hair, purple fleece and snot on the bedroom floor, inconsolable over the fact that her mama didn't salute back in the proper manner.
Here are a few photos I took over the course of five minutes yesterday helpfully narrated for your entertainment.
Right now Lili is approaching her fourth half birthday (which means she is just about three and a half), and we have all been riding the emotional roller coaster with her. One moment she may be wearing a pirate hat and collapsing into fits of giggles as she salutes and exclaims, "Lili Carson: reporting for duty! DOOODIE?!? What's duty?" The next moment she is a crumpled, heaving mass of blond hair, purple fleece and snot on the bedroom floor, inconsolable over the fact that her mama didn't salute back in the proper manner.
Here are a few photos I took over the course of five minutes yesterday helpfully narrated for your entertainment.
"Here you go, my love. Would you like a bowl of cereal?"
"No? Cereal isn't pushing your buttons right now?"
"Come on, Dear. Let's just try one bite, okay?"
"Hey! That wasn't so bad was it?"
"Oh my goodness! You've nearly eaten the whole bowl!"
"You were hungry! I bet you feel loads better now."
"No? Oh no. Now what is it?"
Lather. Rinse, and Repeat about 60 times a day.
Happy Half-Birthday, Lil!
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