By 10 a.m. I thought I was going to lose my mind and I couldn't stand the thought of putting her in yet another timeout. So, we went for a drive in the country. It was great! She was relatively quiet after she dumped an entire baggie of Goldfish out and threw her drink to the floor. I turned up the kiddie music and just drove. I didn't even know where I was going. We saw cows and horses and one sheep. Then, we stopped by the duck pond and fed the geese and ducks and played a bit on the playground equipment before nearly freezing to death in the bitter wind.
The rest of the day was spent napping and trashing the house. I thought I would include these pictures just for my Uncle Jim, who is always claiming my house never looks messed up (ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa). I give you proof.
Becca's new thing is that she wants to lie down with a pillow and blanket. She prefers somewhere small and well-defined, like her chair, or the bottom step. She gets all settled and then jumps up saying she needs her bear. Then, she gets settled again. I put the blanket over her (she insists I do this part) and she sits there for about 0.0002 seconds before she leaps up saying she needs her book. Gets book. Comes back. Settles in. I reapply the blanket. She is up again. She needs her school bus, and her sunglasses, and her wooden duck and her See 'n Say, and her little dogs. Repeat. Repeat. Struggle with pillow. Struggle with toys. Struggle with blanket. Yell for Mom to put the blanket on. Repeat.
I can only play this game for about 5 minutes before I want to pull all my hair out by the roots (I know. Patience does not happen to be one of my virtues.) It is like watching my nightmares come to life--all the struggling, all the futility. How is this fun for her? I swear, I will never, ever get toddlers. Good thing they are so cute.