Friday, September 23, 2011

Rough Afternoon

Peeper had a rather short night last night, up latish and then up earlyish for haircuts, and it caught up with her shortly before Shrike left for work.

Suddenly she was a little crankapotamus, but when I convinced her to settled down and have some goody, she conked right out, so we figured she was just tired.

She woke up just as grumpy as she'd gone to sleep, though, and for a little while there, we were worried that she might be feeling yucky again (I gave her some Tylenol just in case.).

Shrike left for work while she was asleep, and when she woke up and found out that she'd not been able to say goodbye, she was pretty upset. I asked her if she'd like to me to text Mommy and ask her to call when she got to work, and she did.

Then we went to play, and she asked for paper. I gave her some drawing paper, but ooooh noooo, "Not dat kin'a paper. Uh-er kin'!"

I finally figure out that what she wanted was the wads of tissue paper that had come in her new shoes, which she'd unwadded and torn up and played with for a couple of days - and which were nowhere to be found, because (I assumed, and later confirmed) Mommy threw them out because she (not surprisingly) thought they were trash. (And, of course, she'd just taken the trash out, so they were sealed in a bag out in the big can. Not particularly retrievable.)

Oh dear. "I weeaawwwy wan' it! I wan' it back! Paaaapeeeer!"

She was not a happy little girl at all.

We talked to Mommy and she apologized, and we bemoaned the fact that she must be getting sick, because this is just not normal behavior for her.

Mommy suggested the very same two pieces of colored tissue paper that I'd offered her, and this time, they were acceptable.

Then she noticed (with a bit of help) that they were purple - just like her witch hat - and yellow - just like her bee hat - and she thought that was very cool, so she ran off to play with them.

When I suggested that we make a "pizza" with one (patted it flat on her desk, and put bears on it as toppings), she totally got into that, and before I knew it, she was back to her old self.

I still don't know what was bothering her, but she seems okay now. I hope it holds.

1 comment:

  1. Sorry to tell you this, but Miss Peeper is turning 3 very soon...haven't you heard of the Horrendous/way worse than terrible 2's/horrific 3's? She's just prepping you for what you can look forward to in the next year. Oh, and K was an angel at age 2...and you see what happened to her;)


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