Emmeline is 3 going on 13. That old rhyme, “Girls are sugar and spice and everything nice”? Sure it’s true some of the time, but more often the rhyme should read “Girls are tears, tantrums, ‘but I want!’ and ‘I never!'” Emmeline’s latest thing is to storm into her room crying and shut the door. I take responsibility for that one. She also cries any time she perceives someone as screaming and yelling at her. Knowing this, I’ve tried not to be short tempered with her. But the stress of trying not to be short tempered sometimes makes me short tempered. She’s also very fond of sighs, huffs, and puffs. Then there’s the growl + eye roll combo. Another classic. She learned them all from me–unfortunately.
But it’s not all bad drama. She has enough imagination for several kids. And she’s the only three year old I know who does voices when she tells a story. She learned that from me too. When I read Llama Llama Red Pajama, it doesn’t really get anybody calmed down for bed, but we have fun. We’re building a stage in the basement. If we can’t get her to stop the huffs, puffs, sighs, and tantrums, then maybe we can at least convince her to save it for a dramatic death scene.
This is Emmeline giving us a ballet performance. Shortly after this she stormed into her room crying because “I CAN’T dance like Angelina Ballerina!” You know. The usual.