Thursday, 2 August 2012

Terrible, terrible

So Thing 2 is officially a Terrible Two. Jeebus. It's like a switch flipped.

Last night, about 30 minutes after bedtime, V comes out of their room, sidekick close behind. He had to pee.

Ailsa calls down the stairs, "Mommy, you watching tv?" (Picture the way her voice goes up, up, up when she asks a question).

"No, I'm reading the newspaper," I replied.

"I like read newspaper too?" (up, up, up)

"Sorry, sweetheart, but you already had storytime. It's sleepytime now."


Screaming, crying, "No, Mommy! No! Mommy!" etc. I gave her a hug, and she sobbed, soggily, back to bed.

Oh well, it had to end eventually. After the unbelievably-screamy first 5 months of her life*, when I was left with the unbelievably-delightful little girl she'd become, I kept saying to her many fans, "She got it all out of her system," and "Hey, after what she put me through, I EARNED an angel baby."

But apparently, she has now used up all of her good humour.

Also, she's a Gemini. Like her father.**


*18-20 hours a day of screaming. Every day.

** Hey, I like his good side.