According to my daughter, it should have been ALL HAIL QUEEN GIGI Day but how that distinguishes itself from any other day is beyond me.
I know I've mentioned it before, but sometimes I'm shocked at the outbursts that come with the age of Three. Many of you know how it is. For me, it's like one minute my sweet considerate daughter is playing and singing and pretty much evoking visions of cartoon birds flitting about her head, and then the next minute Three is in possession and the child is screaming a la shrew - shattering Disney and bringing on Regan MacNeil from The Exorcist. Small woodland creatures are fleeing and fearing for their lives, I quickly inventory all dangers and potential breakages of any kind, and anger that roars like no other I have seen from such a small vessal, bursts forth with abandon. And I exaggerate only slightly. Woodland creatures aren't always present when Three rears with tears and anger.
Hey, I always loved that named Regan. In fact, when I was a teen I think Regan was on my top ten girl's name list. Anyone else have one, or fifty of those lists? I was a list junkie - seriously, I made lists about everything. My favourite bands, songs, albums, videos, boys, food, countries to live in, cities to visit, boys, colours, designers, models, boys, you name it, I listed it. But listing baby names, that was a super cool one - all the girls I hung with were always trying to out-do each other for gothy weirdness. I mostly dug eccentric English names, liberally sprinkled with nicknames like Pippa and Minty. It was like old school New England mated with Enid Blyton characters. I would give good money to find those old notebooks of mine, I know they are packed away somewhere.
Holy crow, I just got off topic. Back to contemplating an exorcism.
Anyhow, that devilish Three accompanied our family on a daytime bike/walk today and had a throwdown with the bike en route to the park "STOP DOING THIS BIKE - I TOLD YOU TO RIDE", at us when we mentioned how Gigi was getting too big for her bike and would need a new one by the summer "NO, I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP!", and Three pretty much yelled at anything or anyone else who had the nerve to get in her way.
When we arrived at the park, a family was already there playing and Three demanded that Dad go and tell them to get out of her park. She was dead serious, plus wake-the-dead loud about it, but we held our ground and didn't comply with the request. No siree, I'll take a tantrum over getting strange looks for handing out eviction notices on public land.
But just as quickly as that crazy tantrumesque outburst occurred, we suddenly found ourselves involved in the most calm of exchanges followed by an invitation to play. Ack. For a split second in my head, I compared these seismic shifts to the bright lights in Lost, but quickly dismissed it because in our case, both time AND location remained the same, only the personalities had shifted. Plus, no nosebleeds (phew).
Now that I've annoyed everyone who doesn't watch Lost...
Are many three year olds like this? I know I'm not alone on this insane train of Three, I've seen others out there. But you know, just when you think you know Three, it throws you a curve ball - am I right, or what? *rolls eyes / breathing deeply*
Okay, seismic shift in topic... well kinda, still talking about small things as in: must find grace in small things:
- My daughter is naming all her dolls and characters great names like "Salad", "Margarine", "Crackers", and my all time favourite "Dr. Penderdragon" - she made that up on her own as far as I know.
- Good chocolate
- Easy, no prep, and yummy crock pot recipe (beef curry)
- A peaceful family meal out with no surprises
- Tech support that goes above & beyond to make your day easier - yes, it really happened to me