So this little gal.....
and acts like....
I find her doing things that remind me of myself more and more everyday! First, it was the rocking until her hair is staticy and ratted.
She truly believes that the rocking chair is hers! If Kael is in it she freaks out and finds me screaming at the top of her lungs (usually it takes me a minute to figure out what she is saying) and she will say "Kael in my chair!!!" We have gone over it several times with her that she can share the chair. The poor thing has stuffing falling out the back and stains everywhere. Who knows what she will do the day it has to hit the road.
As of late she has this horrid attitude problem. Hmmm, yes, I am saying that I occasionally have an attitude problem. Like today, for example, we had a ton of things to get done before Tyrell had to go to work so we were really late on nap time, and we were driving in the car, and Kael had touched her. Heaven forbid!!! How dare he! She threw a massive fit and screamed so high pitched. I turned around and said "Havyn, be nice, that's enough!" She looked me right in the eye and said, "weave me awone!, don't talk me!" Miss sassy pants!
She keeps gaining all these new fears. Everyday there is a new one. Yes, I am a scaredy cat too! Always have been, always will be! My fear was mostly animals, as I recall, but I remember when I was growing up we had this storage room in the basement and in the storage room was a section that was under the stairs. I would run as fast as I could in and back out of there fearing for my life every time. That is probably news to my family because, yes, I did know it was silly, but hey, I was scared! So Havyn really fears the garage. I don't know why, but for the past 3 months or so you have to hold (holds me, as she says) when you take her to the car. She will flat out tell you the garage is scary. Poor girl! Today she had striked up the nerve to walk through the scary garage to the door when, bam, I pushed the button for the garage door to go down. She was almost to the door, but she screamed bloody murder as soon as I did it, and started yelling at Tyrell that he scared her, and he said, "no, I didn't your mom did." I think I retraumitized her. When we were in Salt Lake over spring break our hotel had a parking garage, and she was scared to death of it too. She wouldn't walk in it at all, and the elevator, well, Tyrell had to hold her the entire ride, and she wrapped her little legs around his waist so tight I am surprised he could breathe. She is also scared of the dark. We had to buy a lamp for her to have on all night long to fix that fear. Yes, people, I had a lamp all the way through high school! I still turn on a light! Tonight, though, she surprised me with yet a new one! I took her in my bathroom after bath because I wanted to blow dry her hair to see if we'd have less of a rats nest in the morning if I did, and when I turned on the blow dryer she hauled butt across my bedroom and hid in a corner, crying. I went and brought her back and turned on the low setting to show her that it's nice, warm air that comes out and it won't hurt her. She let me do it, but not any higher than low. Just imagine how long that took. When I finished she looked at me and said, "I don't want to do that again!" Wow! I guess I made her mad!
She has to sleep with all these different toys and objects each night too. Tonight she has a pair of too small flip flops she is certain are new, and won't quit wearing, in her bed. Those suckers need to find Pyper and soon because she really doesn't fit in them. Maybe she knows if she takes her little eyes off of them they will magically disappear.
Maybe all of this a what a 3 year old little girl does, and I know boys, but she sure does keep us hopping! We love her and are glad she is the only girl all the same!
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