This Morning's Conversation

We obviously love Hannah dearly.

If while reading this current post you start to doubt us as parents just refer to my prior post. (Her two-year-tribute). The last few weeks Hannah has been foreshadowing her teenage years. One minute she is giggling hysterically and the next she is falling on the ground crying. She is in the typical Little Miss  Independent stage. EVERYTHING we used to do for her or with her has now been greeted with the response of, "NO! BABY DO!"  (No, you are not a baby- your name is Hannah, but you sure has heck are acting like a baby- now pull yourself together.) Changing her diaper?...."NO BABY DO!".....Putting her clothes on?....."NO BABY DO!".....Helping her down from the changing table?...."NO BABY DO!"....all of this triggers a massive fall-on-the-ground-crying-hysterically-fit. It's so hard, because not every day is like this- only some. But when they come....watch out. So this morning, Justin was greeted with a very grouchy Hannah. After trying numerous ways to distract, ignore, and help soothe her cranky mood- we laid as a family in bed. Hannah victoriously eating straight from the box of mini wheats that she threw a fit over, and Justin and I laying there completely defeated. Here was our conversation:

Me: How in the world did she (pointing at our little monster) take over our house?

Justin: I have no clue. What just happened?

Me: What do we do? How do we get control back?

Justin: We don't. We start over with the next one.

Me: Oh dear. At least she is silent and not screaming...

(Hannah is staring at us smiling and trying to happily shove mini wheats in our mouths.)

Justin: She is possessed.

Me: It feels that way lately.

Justin: When should I schedule her exorcism?

Me: As soon as possible.

The reality of parenting a toddler. Argh.