Exhibit A.
For the past two months Kyna has been subjecting us (me specifically) to a tiny taste of what she will be like as a teenager. And let me tell you, it is horrific. At first I tried to delude myself into thinking it was a late case of the Terrible Twos, but as time wore on and the 'I hate you's' flowed I began to suspect that this was some sort of a primer. A small taste of what I'm in for from this child who inherited all her father's stubbornness, which, by the way, is more concentrated in her because she's smaller overall, a great deal of his intelligence, as well as his driving need to tell everyone exactly what he thinks. From me she got blue eyes.
Needless to say I'm doomed. My options for emotional survival are slim and I'm resorting to some pretty far fetched solutions. Take the above exhibit A for example. This is Kyna's new bed. It was bought off a charming couple on Craig's list and lovingly decorated by Kyna's very self. Prior to this bed, she had a tall Ikea bunk bed that made cuddling up for bedtime stories impossible. It is my belief that having more 'cuddling' time will (maybe) lessen the horrendous foreshadowing of things to come, and maybe we can keep the teenage years from creeping into the childhood years.
Cats are so much easier.
It gets better. Gets worse first, but eventually, it gets better :)
or.. you could replace her royal cutious beautious with a second, possibly just as cute if not cuter munchkin.
it's an option. just sayin' is all.
I love that photo and I LOVE Dumbo the Elephant!
what, that cute little girl is saying "i hate you"? does she still love the cats, fish and mice?
well daisy, anytime you need a break from it all...you can come and crash at our resort (;
um...did i miss something? what's wrong with the bed?
yeah, cats are MUCH easier (;
Yeah, having a second... then TWO little girls could run around hating me. Nice try Auntie.
That's pretty bed. Yeah, cherish these years you have before the teenager sprouts. My son's room is a disaster. I even fell once and hit my head on his desk when I went in there to turn off his fan. Didn't even spill the glass of iced tea I was holding though. =)
Now, he's going to be moving to another town for his second semester of college and that room will be empty. I have plans for it and let's just say my house will be a lot less cluttered but... when I look at that room it makes me sad. I'm going to miss him.
Btw. That Ogden Nash poem comes in handy.
THE KITTEN
The trouble with a kitten is
THAT
Eventually it becomes a
CAT.
But the cat's turned out to be not so bad.
Thanks guys. I know we'll get through it, and despite the current issues, I'm sure I'll be heartbroken when she leaves for good. (Ack! I can't even think about that without tearing up.) New storage space, new storage space, new storage space...