So this month hasn't been quite as tragic as some past Junes (but there's still time!).
Even so, I've been light on the blogging because Marina is going through a phase. Or, at least it better be a phase. It's kind of an awful phase.
She's being so, so mean.
In the morning, she comes in to Ella's room all sweet and cuddly. She gives us hugs. She may even give Ella a little head pat. But then: mean.
She'll take Ella's pacifier out of her mouth and throw it under the bed. Mean!
She'll take Ella's blankie and run around the house just to hear Ella cry. So mean!
She yells at Matt if he doesn't press the right song on the Yo Gabba Gabba play mat. Meanish.
She screams at me if I poured a litte or medium amounts of orange juice/water/milk instead of a lot. Spoiled!
So that's our kid at the moment: a meanie.
Yet when I read this over, some of the things she's doing sound sort of like the things I did to my own brother. And I'm slowly starting to realize, this isn't a phase, it's payback.
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