My Dear Daughter,
You most definitely do not make life boring. When I found out you were a girl, I was hoping you would not just be one of those little girls who is just a lump and sits around and does nothing. I most certainly got my wish. You are far, far from that. That also makes you extremely head strong. Daddy told me yesterday that he thinks your hair is turning red, you're so head strong. I let him know that it was probably just the paint you decided to use on your room while no one was looking.
Just so you and I are clear, let's just recap the past two days...only two. Monday, you refused to eat your breakfast until I had to threaten that you would not go to music class until you ate. Right after that, you pitched a fit about what Mommy had picked out for you to wear. You threw yourself down on the ground and kicked and screamed and then took the clothes off that Mommy put on you and you got your own clothes. Then, you hid and pooped your pants. When we were getting all cleaned up, you pitched another fit about not being able to wear the same underwear that you had just pooped in. Sorry, I refuse to put poopy underwear back on you. It was then time to walk Monster to school. You wouldn't hold a hand. His or mine, even crossing the street, so I had to grab your arm to hold on. Guess what...you pitched a fit (surprise, surprise). After getting home, you whined and cried to go to music, but we had about an hour before we had to go. So, you just whined and cried for an hour. At music, you were much happier, until you started acting up. You refused to participate. I removed you from class. Told you if you weren't going to listen, we were going to leave. Guess you didn't believe me. We went back into class and you decided that hitting your friend with sticks was a good idea and then chose not to come and sit by me. So, I picked you up and we left. Boy you weren't happy. You really didn't think I'd make you leave. You screamed so much that I'm sure you were heard throughout the city. When we got home, you cried to go to bed. I told you that you could have a little rest, but we had to pick up your brother from school. You then pitched a fit for a binky. I didn't give it to you because it was not naptime. You then cried until it was time to pick up your brother. For that 20 minutes, you were happy. But then we got home. You cried for lunch. I gave you lunch. Then, you cried to eat my lunch and not yours. After you were done eating, I put you down for a much needed nap. You played. It took you about an hour and a half to finally fall asleep. Unfortunately for you and me, I then needed to wake you up for swim lessons. I'll just summarize the car ride, you cried. We picked up your friend for lessons and then, you were happy. You remained happy and well behaved right up to the point of dropping your friend back off at her house. You then started crying again. Daddy had dinner ready when we got home. You refused to eat. Daddy took you up to your room and you promised him you would eat. You didn't. So, into the tub you went and then straight to bed...at 6:45.
Then there was yesterday. It started out with you crying that you would NOT going pee on the potty right after waking up. You then insisted that you wear your jammies for the day. Since we had nothing going on, I told you fine. You then insisted on getting dressed, but, again, not with what I had picked out. You didn't pitch a fit about it that time, you just got all new clothes while I was doing something with your brother and got dressed. Breakfast went surprisingly well. After breakfast you threw another fit about sitting on the potty to poop. You know what, you got on the potty and pooped. Mommy knows. The walk to drop Monster off went pretty much the same as the day before, except on the way home, you wanted me to carry you. Once home, you were happy because you knew Nana was coming over. That doesn't mean you didn't get into things you weren't supposed to though. You took the basket of markers and paint down. I wasn't too concerned because I was in the same room with you. Then, Nana came. You guys had a great time. I got ran an errand. When I got home, Nana and I started on another project. You were a great helper. I left again to pick your brother up from school. I got home to Nana apologizing. You had taken the paint that you had pulled down earlier up to your room and decided to paint, well, everything. The white carpet...blue. Your yellow chair....blue. Your dresser...blue. Your sheets and blankets....blue. Clothes from your hamper...blue. You....blue. I got things cleaned as much as I could and threw clothes in the wash. We then go out to lunch. Want to guess what you did? You cried. Once inside Chipotle, you decided to just yell at your brother for no reason (he was reading a book). Finally the food came and you were happy. You were happy right up to the point that we got back in the car. You threw a fit because you wanted to eat lunch when you got home. Honey, we just ate a huge lunch. We got home and you cried about having to go to bed. Nana put you to bed. You fell asleep pretty quickly and slept for a while. I had to wake you up so we could run to the store before dinner. When I came in to get you, you were wearing the clothes you had on before nap, minus socks but with two onesies over your shirt and red tights on over your pants. You were very proud of yourself. However, you don't like being woken up. After I got all the extra clothes off of you, you started crying. You didn't stop until we go to the grocery store. You were surprisingly good at the store. But then we got back into the car to go home. You wanted to sing "Yellow Submarine" but you only know "We all live in a yellow submarine", so you sang that over and over. Monster asked if I could sing the other words to the song and you flipped out. You began to scream at the top of your lungs that you didn't want anyone else to sing except you. I tried to explain that we could all sing, but you didn't seem to like that. You screamed the rest of the way home. When we got home, you calmed down and you and your brother played nicely together while I made dinner. I made sausage and pumpkin souffle, both of which you love. Well, you refused to eat. So, Daddy put you to bed....at 6:30.
Here's hoping today is better. Here's also hoping you are blessed with a daughter just like you (20+ years from now).
Love,
Mommy
You most definitely do not make life boring. When I found out you were a girl, I was hoping you would not just be one of those little girls who is just a lump and sits around and does nothing. I most certainly got my wish. You are far, far from that. That also makes you extremely head strong. Daddy told me yesterday that he thinks your hair is turning red, you're so head strong. I let him know that it was probably just the paint you decided to use on your room while no one was looking.
Just so you and I are clear, let's just recap the past two days...only two. Monday, you refused to eat your breakfast until I had to threaten that you would not go to music class until you ate. Right after that, you pitched a fit about what Mommy had picked out for you to wear. You threw yourself down on the ground and kicked and screamed and then took the clothes off that Mommy put on you and you got your own clothes. Then, you hid and pooped your pants. When we were getting all cleaned up, you pitched another fit about not being able to wear the same underwear that you had just pooped in. Sorry, I refuse to put poopy underwear back on you. It was then time to walk Monster to school. You wouldn't hold a hand. His or mine, even crossing the street, so I had to grab your arm to hold on. Guess what...you pitched a fit (surprise, surprise). After getting home, you whined and cried to go to music, but we had about an hour before we had to go. So, you just whined and cried for an hour. At music, you were much happier, until you started acting up. You refused to participate. I removed you from class. Told you if you weren't going to listen, we were going to leave. Guess you didn't believe me. We went back into class and you decided that hitting your friend with sticks was a good idea and then chose not to come and sit by me. So, I picked you up and we left. Boy you weren't happy. You really didn't think I'd make you leave. You screamed so much that I'm sure you were heard throughout the city. When we got home, you cried to go to bed. I told you that you could have a little rest, but we had to pick up your brother from school. You then pitched a fit for a binky. I didn't give it to you because it was not naptime. You then cried until it was time to pick up your brother. For that 20 minutes, you were happy. But then we got home. You cried for lunch. I gave you lunch. Then, you cried to eat my lunch and not yours. After you were done eating, I put you down for a much needed nap. You played. It took you about an hour and a half to finally fall asleep. Unfortunately for you and me, I then needed to wake you up for swim lessons. I'll just summarize the car ride, you cried. We picked up your friend for lessons and then, you were happy. You remained happy and well behaved right up to the point of dropping your friend back off at her house. You then started crying again. Daddy had dinner ready when we got home. You refused to eat. Daddy took you up to your room and you promised him you would eat. You didn't. So, into the tub you went and then straight to bed...at 6:45.
Then there was yesterday. It started out with you crying that you would NOT going pee on the potty right after waking up. You then insisted that you wear your jammies for the day. Since we had nothing going on, I told you fine. You then insisted on getting dressed, but, again, not with what I had picked out. You didn't pitch a fit about it that time, you just got all new clothes while I was doing something with your brother and got dressed. Breakfast went surprisingly well. After breakfast you threw another fit about sitting on the potty to poop. You know what, you got on the potty and pooped. Mommy knows. The walk to drop Monster off went pretty much the same as the day before, except on the way home, you wanted me to carry you. Once home, you were happy because you knew Nana was coming over. That doesn't mean you didn't get into things you weren't supposed to though. You took the basket of markers and paint down. I wasn't too concerned because I was in the same room with you. Then, Nana came. You guys had a great time. I got ran an errand. When I got home, Nana and I started on another project. You were a great helper. I left again to pick your brother up from school. I got home to Nana apologizing. You had taken the paint that you had pulled down earlier up to your room and decided to paint, well, everything. The white carpet...blue. Your yellow chair....blue. Your dresser...blue. Your sheets and blankets....blue. Clothes from your hamper...blue. You....blue. I got things cleaned as much as I could and threw clothes in the wash. We then go out to lunch. Want to guess what you did? You cried. Once inside Chipotle, you decided to just yell at your brother for no reason (he was reading a book). Finally the food came and you were happy. You were happy right up to the point that we got back in the car. You threw a fit because you wanted to eat lunch when you got home. Honey, we just ate a huge lunch. We got home and you cried about having to go to bed. Nana put you to bed. You fell asleep pretty quickly and slept for a while. I had to wake you up so we could run to the store before dinner. When I came in to get you, you were wearing the clothes you had on before nap, minus socks but with two onesies over your shirt and red tights on over your pants. You were very proud of yourself. However, you don't like being woken up. After I got all the extra clothes off of you, you started crying. You didn't stop until we go to the grocery store. You were surprisingly good at the store. But then we got back into the car to go home. You wanted to sing "Yellow Submarine" but you only know "We all live in a yellow submarine", so you sang that over and over. Monster asked if I could sing the other words to the song and you flipped out. You began to scream at the top of your lungs that you didn't want anyone else to sing except you. I tried to explain that we could all sing, but you didn't seem to like that. You screamed the rest of the way home. When we got home, you calmed down and you and your brother played nicely together while I made dinner. I made sausage and pumpkin souffle, both of which you love. Well, you refused to eat. So, Daddy put you to bed....at 6:30.
Here's hoping today is better. Here's also hoping you are blessed with a daughter just like you (20+ years from now).
Love,
Mommy
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