Now, I don't mean that she'll throw down her blankie and delight the crowd with a sonnet from Henry VIII. No, no, I wish.
Instead, we'll be in full-on tantrum lookout, after which a tooth will erupt, a rash will develop or she'll suddenly grow out of her shoes. And as cagey as I like to think I am in thwarting, snuffing out, and pinpointing causes before they even become the single dissatisfaction, she sometimes surprises me.
Like last weekend when we had to make an unplanned trip to see a patient with Brandon, which Harper usually loves, but Brandon put on a scary headlamp and turned the lights off so that she couldn't see him and then she saw him with the scary huge black headlamp and decided she needed to save him from the headlamp eating his head while I carried her kicking and screaming out of the clinic and all the way to the car, but not before she pulled down my tube dress in a fit of rage and I flashed at least 10 old men.
Get all that? Good. The wound is still too deep to separate into sentences and paragraphs, and there's a long version that includes much cajoling and coddling and niceness and mothering, but I'm waiting for it to actually be funny to me before I post it.
The good news is, the general malaise scooted on out the door sometime late last week and we had an absolute peach of a toddler this weekend. Meanwhile, I can only hope those old men suffered from vision-clouding maladies.
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| As evidence of her airy disposition, she allowed me to gather and photograph her very first ponytail. |
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
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You'll have to ask Brandon if they had an increase in patients with high blood pressure that day.
On the bright side, I bet that was the best day that those old men have had in a while.
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