Friday, May 20, 2005
The Angel vs. the Demon
How does this happen?
I was enjoying staying at home with my wonderful little girl, playing, singing, laughing, and having so much fun. Then, out of nowhere, she becomes tiny demon child. Please don’t tell me this is a long phase.
Phil and I have been tortured for over a week now by this menace. She is still as cute as can be when she isn’t screaming, screeching, yelling, hitting, falling to the floor and kicking, or tugging on your arms and hands. But these times aren’t very often at this point.
Last week we were all gathered around the coffee table eating some (nutritious) Taco Bell when Vivienne decided that she only wanted our drinks. She didn’t want her food, her drink, or our food, just the Pepsi in the big cup with the straw. When we repeatedly told her no, she became more and more agitated. When she had enough, she threw herself onto the floor and began to kick and yell and scream and fake cry. Phil and I were stunned, but calm. We managed to have the wherewithal to sit and ignore her. After a good two minutes, she stood up and sat back in her chair.
When things were clearly back to normal, I asked Phil “Did we win?” To which he replied, “I think so.” Ah, parenting, the one competition where the enemy is also the gold medal.
We are in full ‘hurry up and wait’ mode with both houses. I have things in order at the current house. Getting some last minute repair estimates after the inspection, starting to pack, and planning out my utilities and such. The new house has been measured for carpet, a new front door and the kitchen plans are all worked out. Now we are just in a holding pattern waiting for closings. I am not good at waiting. What I need is a big wall calendar where I can put giant black “Xs” on each day.
Lastly, my dear friend Ronni is getting married this weekend to a wonderful man. I was there for the beginning and am very glad to be able to share this with them. Ronni knew Phil before I did, so it’s only fair that I went to high school with John. The fun part will come when I get to see some old high school friends at the ceremony! Lucky me!
Until Next Update…
Meredith


