The girls are awesome, and handfuls. J is now 3 going on 13. Honestly, can any one child have more mood swings in one day? She’s smart and bossy to boot. I caught her not just picking arguments yesterday, but orchestrating them. The conversation at the tablebetween her and her sister, A, while I was out of the room went like this:
J: Say Yummy
J: Now I’ll say Yucky – Yucky. You say Yummy again.
J: And I say Yucky. Yucky. – and you say…
J: Right. Yucky. Now, try it the other way. You say Yucky. Say Yucky.
J: No, you say Yucky now, I say Yummy. I say Yummy so you say Yucky. Got it?
J: OK! Yummy.
J: Good girl, that’s right. Now I say Yummy. Yummy. Now we’re ready for Momma.*
And, yes, J really does speak that way. She is annoyingly didactic. Don’t know where she gets that from (says Mrs. Bossypants herself , willfully blind to her own quirks).
On the other hand, A, at almost 2 and a half, raises her own sort of devilment. She takes advantage of the fact that J believes that rules can only be broken by her, and some are sacrosanct.
For instance, J totally took to heart the warning that we do not say “Shut up” in our house.
So A bounces up and down in her crib, and just to get a rise out of her sister, yells: “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
This makes J positively wail. “A__ is saying ‘shut up’ to me” she manages, between sobs.
A just grins when I come in, then switches to “Get up! Get up! Get up!” and grins some more. Sigh. Eventually, they will get calmed down and asleep, by which time I am only good for going to bed.
And so it goes. That was in November. They’ve been a little quiet lately. They may be plotting the overthrow of the Western world, practicing yet a more diabolical way to befuddle mama, or just saving their strength for another onslaught.