Today was not, generally speaking, a Good Day. It was cold, it rained all day, and the funeral of my best girlfriend from junior high and high school was held. And I didn't go. I tried. But I failed. I will speak of that later, when I can order my thoughts.
And there is still the Effexor-weaning, which is getting harder by the day. After being awake crying for most of the night, there was the resulting stuffy-head and headache thing going this morning, plus the swimmy-headedness of Effexor withdrawal...and Bella was UP and RARIN' TO GO today. I actually felt bad after a while because of how many times I had said, "Stop that," "don't," or "BE. QUIET."
Plus there were all these toddler-decreed "rules" today. She could only drink milk from "a little yellow cup" (coffee mug). Songs from movies had to be sung, but only certain parts of the songs. Over and over. She had to have three bananas, but only the top halves. And multiple slices of American cheese, which had to be quartered and then the quarters stacked perfectly symmetrically on top of each other for consumption. (I'm guessing her dietary preferences of late are part of a subconscious effort to be constipated for life, like Mommy.) OH, and the crocodiles. The crocodiles were watching us all day, and had to be avoided at all costs, and the darn things moved around on me. Being as the crocodiles were only visible to Bella, I never knew what danger I was in until I was right on top of them. And then I would get the wits, what little I was hanging onto, frightened out of me with sudden, shrill little-girl shrieks of "MOMMYTHECROC-O-DY-EEE-ULLLLLSAREBOUTTOGETYEWWWWW!!!" The crocs seemed to be preoccupied with guarding the bananas, and once I figured that out, things went more smoothly.
Anyway, the point at which my nerves were frazzled to bare threads happened to coincide with the moment at which my 3-year-old daughter handed to me my digital camera, and asked sweetly, "Mommy, will you picture me?" In a burst of mental-fatigue-induced inspiration, I said, "You know what? How about you take some pictures?"
Bella: (incredulously) "What?"
Me: "Yeah! You can take the camera, and go around the house and take pictures of whatever you want! I'll show you how!"
Bella: (in a hushed, excited voice, with BIG eyes) "Ohhh, that will be great!" (the word "great" lasted at least 20 seconds and had about 5 syllables)
So I showed her how to use the viewfinder, and to depress the shutter-button halfway to focus, etc. This process--the instruction giving--was only allowed, by Bella, to last about 10 seconds, and then she was off and running. I'd see a flash every few seconds, and hear bare feet pat-pat-patting to the next "location." I let her shoot until the memory card was full, and then we went upstairs to load the pictures onto the computer and edit them. Bella edited her pictures herself, complete with yelling "NOOOOOO!" at the top of her lungs if I cropped too tightly, not tightly enough, or in the wrong shape. Cropping was the only editing we did, thank goodness.
Anyway, here is Bella's finished slideshow. To see the pictures individually, with their titles, just click on one at any point, and it will display that way, and then you can continue the slideshow. I loved some of the subjects she chose (paint can), and her framing and concentration; she even canned some of the photos from being included because they "weren't good enough." Internets--she's THREE. Help me think of artsy things to do with her so that this streak never stops!