Come here

When Felicity wants me to pick her up, she says "C'mere, mama", and kind of wiggles her shoulders, it's so cute.  I was thinking of that and other cute things she says this morning and I want to remember them so I thought I'd write them down on her blog.  The problem is, I'm so old and dotty I can't remember any!  She shouts Hello?  HELLLLLOOOOOO? in the morning when she wants to get up. She adds a "t" to the end of a lot of words.  Like I'll say, I love you! and she says I love yout toot.  Ha!

Her hair is getting - well if I say it's getting long, I am being very very gracious about it, but it does have one nice curl.  She is climbing on everything.  Yesterday my sister came over after we went to see a play together.  I got home and Felicity asked to watch some Mickey Mouse Club so I put it on using On Demand and she was watching it, she was so excited about it!  I went and did something and came back and she had flipped over a box, and used the bathroom stepstool (at first I said stool but I figured bathroom and stool weren't good together in a sentence) to get on the box and then she was trying to ... jump into the television?  She was really mad about it, about her inability to get in there, ha!

She talks so, so much.  Last night she was in the bath, with a giant cup of water.  She went to take a drink of it (ew) and stuck her nose in it, like too far, because the water went up her nose and she was spluttering away.  She said "water, nose, YUCK!".  When she is hungry, she asks for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  It might be just me but she seems to use so many more WORDS than the other kids at this age.

Two and a half - almost

Next month, she will be 2.5 years old, is that crazy?  It seems like the winter has been so long, it's hard for me to believe next month is April, but it is.  It's March 5 already.  Two weeks from today is my birthday.  I'll be 46.  FORTY SIX.  Maybe it is my old age or maybe it's because she is my fourth but I am sick of this!  I am sick of being with such a jerk all day.  I mean, I should pause and say that she is not always a jerk.  She is sometimes super funny and sweet, she is still the cuddliest person I know and she sleeps all night and late.  But she gets mad *this fast* ::snaps fingers:: and she is so loud and screamy when she doesn't get what she wants and it's awful.  She hasn't taken a nap in YEARS, it seems and twelve hours in a row is just too long to spend with someone who can be so rotten.  In her defense, her life sucks, too.  At 8:00 I load her in the car and if it's not one of the days that she has preschool, I drop off Anthony and take her home.  We get home at 9:00 and, let's say it's Wednesday, we stay at home until it's time to take Veronica to ballet.  Then we come home and have lunch or go to Marta's and have lunch and then at 2:45 we get back in the car and go get Maria for 3:15.  Then we come home for about 30 minutes and then we get BACK in the car and go get Anthony.  That's a lot of car time for a two year old, I understand.  But it's a lot of time for a 46 year old too, I tell her!  And I'm not even in a cushy car seat or watching a movie!

She is talking a blue streak, full sentences and thoughts and feelings expressed, it is charming.  Not so charming is her new thing about pulling me by the finger to whatever she wants me to do.  She MOOSHES my finger in her hand, ugh, it hurts!  And - she's just so bossy, they are always all bossing me around and I am so over it.  I know that I will feel better when the weather gets better and we can get outside some, and I also know that I shouldn't wait for warm weather to feel better, that I should just DECIDE to be happier, to not let her and them bug me, but it's impossible.

I think she might be ready to toilet train soon.  She keeps telling me before she has to go that she has gone.  I just figured this out today, but that's what she's doing.  Unfortunately, we were at the park today for Veronica's ballet class when she told me she had to poop and I just couldn't sit her on that nasty public toilet.  So we'll start training and maybe she'll be out of diapers and I'll have that to like about her, too.

I want to act like she is my first, and not to be sick of everything, and sometimes I can.  Sometimes we are here on our own and it's just us and we read books, or chit chat while I'm making lunch.  I hope these are the memories she retains, wouldn't it be nice if we could pick?  But we can't, and I'm trying to bear that in mind.  It would be nice if the SNOW would melt and it would warm up, can someone do something about that, Please?