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Cousins

How darling are these? Yesterday Cousin R came over to play. The girls ran to Tessa’s room and a minute later I found them like this, giggling together.

Love them.

(Also, love Amazon Prime for getting me my new memory card reader in one day!)

Technical Difficulties

I have some outstanding pictures I want to post but I’ve lost the memory card reader for my Mac. :(

A new one is en route from Amazon. More G&T adorableness coming soon, I promise.

#i fail at tech even though i'm a tech lawyer

Okay, so…

…Matt told me Tess was playing very sweetly by herself in her room, and I should go peek in at her. I did so. Here’s the game she’s currently playing:

Three princess figurines and one small fairy toy decided that the Prince James figurine needed to die. So they pronounced him dead, then they put him into the wardrobe from Cinderella’s castle, and are now hauling him (in the wardrobe) around Tessa’s room in the back of the toy pumpkin coach. You might be comforted to know that the princesses put a pink blanket over the closed wardrobe before they placed it in the coach. But even with the blanket, it’s the grimmest little royal parade you’ve ever seen.

I’m not making any of this up. I am confident there’s some kind of feminist message I could ascribe to this playacting, if only I could figure out what it is. (So far all I’m coming up with is that princesses will kill you on a whim, even if you’re royalty too. But that’s not a very good message, really.)

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05/18/13

Everyone relaxing.

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05/18/13

We’re going to be late for ballet. I blame my parents for buying her such a cool toy.

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05/18/13

Now Tess has abandoned base camp, leaving Gabe in danger. Typical.

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05/17/13

Living room safari. Watch out for local wildlife.

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05/17/13

He dives, ladies and gentlemen!

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05/17/13

The Tantrum

I have had some requests for details on what caused Tessa’s meltdown Wednesday night. At least one of the requestors wanted to know what I had done to provoke the incident. Hmmm. I am providing details in this post just so you all don’t think I am a horrible mother and send CPS out to investigate.

Every night we let the kids watch about an hour of television. Usually this translates to one episode of The Backyardigans (THE WORST) and one episode of Sofia the First (meh) or The Fresh Beat Band (tolerable). On Wednesday night, the children selected an episode of The Backyardigans and all was briefly calm, Tess on the couch and Gabe sort of standing enraptured near the TV. Then Tess began protesting - Gabe was blocking her view. She told him, “You need to sit down RIGHT NOW.”

Gabe is a pretty good natured guy, so he complied. He dragged his little Mickey Mouse armchair into good viewing position and plopped himself down. For some unknown and unknowable reason, this caused Tessa to Lose. Her. Mind.

She began shrieking that SHE wanted to sit in the Mickey Mouse chair. When Matt stepped in and said no, Gabe got it first, and he only got it because she asked him to move, she escalated the protest to Defcon 5. She screamed, she kicked her legs, she actually turned sort of a purplish color. Matt finally had to remove her from the family room and sit with her in our bedroom as she screamed, because there was nothing we could do to calm her down. She wanted the Mickey Chair oh why oh why did we insist on ruining her life by denying her the only thing on earth that she wanted and that would make the pain stop.

After maybe fifteen full minutes of screaming she just got too tired to yell any more. She begrudgingly agreed to sit next to me while the last few minutes of The Backyardigans played, and when I looked over at her during the closing credits I discovered that she was fast asleep.

Poor baby.

When she turns 13 I am sending her to a nunnery. I’m sure they still have one somewhere. Maybe Europe.

i assumed i'd be good at this. but law school failed to prepare me for negotiating with babies.

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