Things are weird around here, guys. Eleanor is going through a period of emotional development, and the learning curve is hard on all of us. Who can she boss around and how much? How can she word things so that people will want to do the things she asks them to do, and what can she do if they still don't want to do those things? How angry can she get, and with what repercussions? I'm kind of dying, to be honest.
It doesn't HELP that Geneva is at that magical age where EVERYTHING SHE DOES IS ADORABLE. She has this kind of growly scowly thing, I think she's mimicking Eleanor telling her off, where she lowers her brow and reels off this string of gibberish, she sounds like someone pretending to be the troll under the bridge, only she isn't saying any real words. It's amazing.
Or the other day, she was doing something mischievous and I've been trying to count to three with her, so I'm all *sternly* one... *more sternly* TWO... and then she cheekily pipes up with 'NINE!' and I just, I cannot with her little pudding face.
Anyway. She's at that fat, happy go nutty phase where she just bumbles around the room, picking things up and manipulating them and saying NOUNS and VERBS as they occur to her, and then in contrast here's ELEANOR with all her COMPLICATED FEELINGS and NEED FOR DIALOGUE and my heart breaks for her but also ugh this child.
So I haven't been blogging because I've been feeling some feelings. I worry about her, and I worry about me and whether I'm going to be able to hack this. I worry about when Geneva hits this age. I NEVER THOUGHT THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO ME because Eleanor was such a sweet little ham, and every other mom who was saying What happened to my lovely toddler, who is this wretched child, they are all laughing at me now for my presumption.
Feeling some feelings over here, is what I'm saying.