We've been having a real power struggle with Bella lately. She has a need/desire to control every single aspect of her environment, to a degree that, from our perspective, borders on obsessive-compulsive. Just as an example, she had a good-sized meltdown today because there was part of a price sticker on the bottom of the bowl in which I served her pasta florentine. Reflecting on this, and on the personalities of both her parents, I can't be really surprised. She's only a product of her genetics and environment, after all. The only part of her nature that gives me pause is the part that produces behavior such as this:It's gotta be another recessive throwback, possibly a grandmother's gene. Oh, and while you're looking, please observe in the background "Project Next," the pea-soup green hearthroom and purple kitchen.
BUT--affirmation that this is a child of our own hearts, our spirits, our flesh? We had that this evening, too. After having her first bite (accompanied by an enthusiastic "MMMMMMMmmmmmm!") of Ben & Jerry's "Cherry Garcia" ice cream, she looked at me very seriously, and said, "Mommy. I am going to eat. This. Ice cream. To pieces." A totally original phrase, but we'll be saying it all the time, now. That's my girl! And then followed the Daddylike part of the phenomenon:Passed smooth OUT, between the glider and the ottoman, in a chocolate/cherry/sweet cream haze. Please note the sneakers she insists on wearing with her princess nightgown. Want a closer look at the face of a bliss overdose?Now, if you're like me (Heaven forbid), you're thinking, "Where have I seen that before?" Well, it's strikingly similar to something you might remember from your childhood: (If you're feeling nostalgic for the "Wooly Willy" toy, they actually have it at toys2wish4, which is linked in my "shopping" sidebar!)
Now go give Celena some warm fuzzy clickies, OK? Top right sidebar. Black Thumbnail.