“Be like a duck. Calm on the surface but paddling like the dickens underneath.”

~Michael Caine

Monday, September 8, 2008

When did I...

...tell her it was ok to talk to me that way? Is she mimicking the way I talk to her? I hope not because that would mean that I'm not talking to her in a respectful way. I am speaking of my strong willed, bull headed, sassy, smart, thinks she's in charge, 4 year old daughter. She talks so ugly to me sometimes (especially in the morning) that I have to wonder where she gets it.

She mentioned that she didn't want to sleep in her bed because it gave her bad dreams. So, I broke out the 'Magic Bad Dream and Monster Repellent' (just water in a spray bottle with a little perfume). I sprayed all around her room and she even reminded me to spray under the bed.
Then, she said wanted to sleep in just her underwear (what's up with her wanting to be eau natural lately). I said, ok fine, but then she was complaining of being cold. So I brought some jammies to her, just a tank top and some sleep shorts. No big deal, right? Then she said that she didn't want jammies because she would be hot. I explained that these jammies would not make her too hot and that if she got too hot to get out from under the covers. But if she got too cold that she could get under the covers. I don't think she has grasped the understanding of her internal thermostat quite yet. She then said that the jammies were too hot and that she needed a blanket to keep her cool. Huh? She must get this logic from her dad, or maybe her Pata. Whatever, I layed down with her for a little while and after she was asleep, went off to bed. Seemed to me that the jammy issue had been dropped and forgotten. I'm not that lucky. I was in the bathroom getting ready for work this morning. I heard her little feet hit the floor as she jumped out of bed and the stomp, stomp, stomp (Ty would say that she gets the stomping from me, but he walks just as loud as I do) of those little feet coming to look for me. Usually this is a pleasant sound that I'm excited to hear because it means that she is coming to give me good morning hugs and kisses and her polite request to make her breakfast. Not today. Today, she stomp, stomp, stomped into my bathroom, hands on her hips and proceeded to yell 'Mommy, I thought I told you I wanted to sleep naked!!! I didn't want to wear jammies and you put them on me anyway! I didn't want to be hot and now I'm cold so I need to take my jammies off and get a blanket!'
WHAT the HECK is that supposed to mean?!? Then she proceeded to get on the potty, does her business, flushes, walks to the kitchen and politely asks daddy to make her breakfast. Wow, she sure told me.

A few minutes later, I walk into the living room and start gathering my stuff up to leave. I had a few minutes to spare, so I sat down on the chair. Emma cruises over and jumps up onto the couch and picks up the red TV remote control. She then says 'Mommy, I had a dream about the red remote and about a guy, and a hammer, and the hammer smashed his foot, and then smashed his eyes!' I say 'Wow, Em, that sounds like a crazy dream!' She said 'See, I told you I have bad dreams in my bed. That spray doesn't work!' Oh well, I guess had her fooled for a little while.

We'll have to work on her sassiness. She sure has got a little mouth on her. Some would say, {ok, really, most everyone that knows me personally would say} (mostly my family that had to endure the pain of my childhood years) that she gets it from me.

When she is good, she is very, very good, but when she is bad she is awful...

3 comments:

mommy/abby/beebee said...

Hummm..sounds like the same thing I said 26 years ago.....

steph said...

yes she is sassy but we all sure do love her

steph

Bay said...

I am sooooo biting my tongue!!