As intimated in yesterday's post, Kate has been having a rough go of it (and subsequently has been making me quite miserable). I really don't know what to make of it...or her. She seems determined to find something, ANYTHING, to be upset about. ALL. THE. TIME.
Monday she worked herself up so much that she managed to bite Dr. Boyd and came away with no mouth jewelry yet again. Her gag reflex is pretty strong (thanks Nana--she inherited that one from you) and combined with her general discontent with life, well, it made for a pretty awful morning at the dentist.
Yesterday was just another in an interminable string of bad days she's been having. It started as soon as I picked her up from school...
Kate: "I don't like what you packed me for lunch. You KNOW I don't like tomatoes or quiche."
(Neither of which is true but that apparently wasn't the point.)
Lisa: "Hi Kate, it's lovely to see you too. I missed your sunny personality."
Har har har. How old until they understand sarcasm?
As usual, they both fell asleep in the car on the way home but only stayed asleep long enough to be grumpy but too awake to take a nap at home.
If you choose to watch this, keep in mind that I have spared you the other HOUR of her whining.
Unhappy from Lisa on Vimeo.
I couldn't fathom the idea of staying cooped up inside with her so I threw them in the stroller and we headed to the park. She was much more pleasant after some exercise and fresh air. Lucky for them, the ice cream guy showed up so we got watermelon popsicles (50 degrees is warm enough for popsicles, right?).