I’m super busy these days, and Azita is sick. That makes things even busier. You know what adds to the business factor? Snowpocalypse 2009. That’s what. Thanks to the snow, which I usually love, we lost about 4 days to prepare for Christmas.
To make matters worse, but also cuter and more hilarious (yes I am trying to maintainĀ a positive outlook and sense of humor about things), Azita seems to be suffering from early onset toddlerhood. She refuses to eat, is getting into little scraps with the other kids at daycare, wreaks havoc on our household, and tantrums are becoming a very regular occurrence throughout the day. My sister’s husband doesn’t believe that this happy little baby is capable of things like tantrums. “She’s so quiet and good,” he says. Well, here’s evidence to the contrary:
Note that if she was not strapped in to the chair, she would have thrown herself out of it onto the ground where she would proceed to kick her legs and pound everything around her with her fists.
Also, have I mentioned that her clumsiness genes have reached full expression? In the past few weeks alone she’s closed her fingers in a door, fallen onto her booster chair and bruised her cheek, and yanked on a door so hard it knocked her in the head and gave her a little goose egg on her forehead. The CPS investigation of Roger and me is imminent.