You know, maybe it's normal behavior, but this strikes me as crazy.
As I wrote a post last week, my youngest daughter started yelling for help in that 'Daddy, you're gonna be mad at me' kind of a way.
I went to her room and found her hanging from the top bunk with her arms extended to both sides, suspended only by the muscles in her tiny shoulders. I guess she had been trying to do some stunt, chickened out, and got stuck.
YaYa, of course, was laughing hysterically.
I comforted the little one, scolded YaYa for enjoying her sister's dilemma, and put them both back to bed.
Five minutes later, YaYa calls me: She's hanging the same way, only she did it intentionally.
Her explanation for trying to drag me in there: "You love her better. I like you, but you don't like me. You only like her"
This, if I may be so bold, is her mantra. Doesn't matter how many times you praise her, how often you point out how smart/pretty/articulate she is, it's YaYa vs. the world.
You can't even praise her sister without hearing "But I'm a good girl too. . "
Now, mind you, the gal doesn't have confidence issues. If there's one thing she seems to have inherited wholesale from my adult personality it's a brazen arrogance about her own worth.
It just happens to be mingled in with a stunning lack of faith in other people seeing that worth.
Odd.
In a bit less pedestrian piece of news, there's a chance (a very slim one, mind you) that YaYa will be playing the part of 'little girl' in a radio ad for my company. She's been practicing her lines but I think the part will go to someone older and more experienced.
[Note: out of the darkness of her room, I just overhead the following line from the ad: "Mom, will I ever be a real princess?"]
One thing hurting her at this point are her tonsils. The things are huge, and I'm thinking she may have yet another bout of strep throat. The doc's already said they'll have to go when she's six or so, but that means two more years of sore throats and the occasionally congested voice.
On the personal front today, I completed the final step towards my teaching license. Well, substitute teacher, er, reserve teacher, they call 'em now, thank you - but that's good enough.
Eight years ago I graduated college with the intent of going back and getting a full-fledged teaching license, but for a variety of reasons I never finished all the classes.
I don't have much use for the dang thing now, but I did feel the need to wrap up loose ends and validate an otherwise wasted chunk of my scholastic life.
Yay me.
Back on the family front, Parker continues to stand/crawl/smile, but has recently decided he doesn't want to eat anything - with the exception of some pizza we cut up for him tonight.
I also came up with one more saying of Middle Child:
"Sorree bay bee" the apology issued to her brother whenever she accidentally steps on him, steals his pacifier, drops his toy, or just generally makes him upset.
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I just heard, from a few peopole in fact, that they don't take tonsils out anymore unless they are causing problems with breathing at night?! I had mine out at 18 yrs old...ugh!
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