Monday, October 29, 2007

Stubborn Like a Fox

Have I mentioned how STUBBORN my first-born is?  How intractable?  How mulish?

Like yesterday, when she finished going potty and then did not want to put her underwear and pants back on, even though it was super chilly in the house, and I'm worried about her smearing her poo-streaked butt all over everything?  And so she insists on putting her underwear on over the outside of her pants, like some crazy frat-boy?

Or the gyrations we go through every morning over what she is going to eat for breakfast?  It always has to be yogurt plus something whitish-brown, like graham crackers or pancakes or waffles.  But not TOO brown, because if there are any brown parts she absolutely will not even look at it and definitely will not eat it, and will most likely dissolve into many tears and pull her hair and tell us we're not her mommy anymore?

Or how she swears that the Spanish word "turquesa" translates to "turcolor" in English, not turquoise, and gets very, very angry when you suggest otherwise?

Thankfully, she can also be sweet and kind and funny.  Like if her sister is feeling sad or hurt, she will pat her gently and say, "It's alright, baby girl.  You're alright."  Or Eric and I will be kvetching about how shitty our workdays were, and she'll loudly interrupt with a "What are you guys talking about, Willis?" which always gives us the giggles.  Or she'll get the giggles at something we said, and she'll tell us we're "cracking her head open" because we're so funny. 

It's a good thing, too.  Because if we only had the stubborn stuff without the sweet, funny stuff, we might indeed think about cracking her head open.

Okay, not really.  But seriously, where did this girl get this from?

Don't answer that.


  1. New word for the day should be "Turducken"- put that one on her.
    Turqcolor- that's hilarious!

  2. Okay, the "What are you guys talking about, Willis" line is too funny. I think that would definitely make up for pretty much anything else that might be going wrong that day. Or week. Or year. :)