Day 1, 364 days to go

Alrighty, here's picture number one.



We had just gotten home from an afternoon out, with our exhausted three year old. We, as experienced parents (HA!) took ourselves to a friend's house last night. They are a couple our age, who got married around when we did and we've all been friends since college. They have an 11 month old son. We tried to put Molly down on their office futon around 10pm so she could get some sleep. Of course, she knew that something was going on and had no part in the whole going to sleep thing. Around 11:30 she was still not sleeping so we decided to call it a night and head home. We made it home and got her in bed around 12:30. I suppose that was the first problem, in retrospect, aren't I bright?

So today she woke up around 9:30-10am. That isn't too unusual, she's always been a late sleeper, 9am is her normal wake up time. We hung out having a slow morning, and then around 2 we left the house to go to the mall. Problem two, I suppose, because it was a MADHOUSE. We got her hair trimmed, picked up a couple of things from Waldenbooks (closing, big sales!) and I got a few things at Dillard's semi-annual "Intimates" sale. While I was shopping Cory had Molly at the play place just outside Dillard's. The whole time we'd been at the mall, Molly had been acting up, acting ridiculous, being rough and generally not listening. She was grabbing all sorts of stuff and generally driving us crazy. She has never been able to keep her hands to her stuff, I swear she's the grabbiest child I've ever known. I thought at 3.5 she might be a bit better about it, but nah, she's still a grabby Gus.

So after we were done there we went to the dollar movies to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Our dollar movies decided to be $2, lame. She was relatively well behaved there except her seat was squeaky and she thought it was great fun to go up and down over and over and make it squeak like crazy, in the middle of the movie, nice. Towards the end of the movie she started getting restless and said she wanted to go home. This is out of character for her. I wondered if she was going to puke. I have puke-a-phobia, for real though. I start to panic as soon as the thought enters my head. Then I think a bit more clearly and remember that for the last few months she holds her poo until her belly hurts and she starts acting all strange because she really needs to go. Sure enough, Daddy takes her to the bathroom and she needed to go. I know, lovely talk, right. I wish she would just GO, and stop giving me freak outs that she is going to puke.

So after the poop and the movie we go to Cory's sister's (Amy) house to get our Christmas presents. She was a mess. She was trying to wear Amy's hats. Amy is very protective of her stuff, it's kind of ridiculous maybe, but still Molly needs to learn how to respect people's things and their wishes. She was being rough with this red hat and so Amy's husband took it away, she stated flipping out about that and whining. She sat down and they offered her another hat to play with and she very rudely said she didn't want THAT hat, and knocked it on the floor. So we left. She screamed and cried, but dang, if she's going to act like that, we aren't going to stay. Luckily her aunt and uncle love her and can forgive her for being bratty. So it was 7:15 and she fell asleep in the car. When we got home she woke up and ate a banana on Daddy's lap before going to bed, and that is when I took the picture. So, she looks happy, but it had been a bit of a messy day.

Now at 9, she is fast asleep, till hopefully around 9 tomorrow morning. I hope she's less of a grumpy grump and listens a bit better.