This evening Little Miss was whining about something.
I don't remember what it was.
I remember that it was inconsequential.
It was one of those times when she was whining because
if she didn't whine then by default she'd be quiet
and surely that wouldn't do!
I was sitting on the floor and she crawled into my lap.
Not nicely.
She crawled in knees first,
elbows everywhere,
whining mouth directly positioned at my ear.
I was instantly irritated.
Not nice, but true.
Everything about her at that moment was annoying.
She was hurting my ears, my body, and my brain.
I gathered up the crumbs of my patience and without complaining
I just re-situated her on my lap and said something soothing
so it felt/sounded more like I was comforting a child
and less like I was comforting a mortally wounded porcupine.
Her response to my soothing was a bratty "eh!"
(which is generally a lumberjack to my tree of patience),
and she turned her head away from me.
But she didn't actually move her body.
She stayed in the snugglish way I had put her,
leaning against me with my arm around her side and draped over her tummy.
I really wanted to stand up
thereby unceremoniously dumping her onto the floor
and tell her that if she was going to
act like that over nothing
and certainly nothing that I had done
then I wasn't about to sit there with her in my lap
and she could move her bad attitude out of my face.
But I didn't.
I got out my ipod and started playing Angry Birds.
And of course she wasn't going to sit there on my lap and not watch.
We just sat there and I didn't talk to her for awhile
giving her time to soften around the edges and make the first comment.
Usually something related to the game like,
"Uh-oh!" or "(you) Did It!"
And that would be my cue that I would (most likely) be well-received into a conversation of the same level.
And the (eighty billionth) bad attitude moment of the day would have passed.
While I was waiting for that
I shifted the way I was sitting and moved my arm.
And that's when she spoke.
"No, mama! Hold you tighter."
And she picked up my hand, wrapped my arm around her shoulders, put my hand into her lap again and pushed on it to be sure I got her point.
I gave her a squeeze and a kiss
and we kept playing Angry Birds.
And so in the spirit of adorability
here are two pictures of Little Miss today.
and surely that wouldn't do!
I was sitting on the floor and she crawled into my lap.
Not nicely.
She crawled in knees first,
elbows everywhere,
whining mouth directly positioned at my ear.
I was instantly irritated.
Not nice, but true.
Everything about her at that moment was annoying.
She was hurting my ears, my body, and my brain.
I gathered up the crumbs of my patience and without complaining
I just re-situated her on my lap and said something soothing
so it felt/sounded more like I was comforting a child
and less like I was comforting a mortally wounded porcupine.
Her response to my soothing was a bratty "eh!"
(which is generally a lumberjack to my tree of patience),
and she turned her head away from me.
But she didn't actually move her body.
She stayed in the snugglish way I had put her,
leaning against me with my arm around her side and draped over her tummy.
I really wanted to stand up
thereby unceremoniously dumping her onto the floor
and tell her that if she was going to
act like that over nothing
and certainly nothing that I had done
then I wasn't about to sit there with her in my lap
and she could move her bad attitude out of my face.
But I didn't.
I got out my ipod and started playing Angry Birds.
And of course she wasn't going to sit there on my lap and not watch.
We just sat there and I didn't talk to her for awhile
giving her time to soften around the edges and make the first comment.
Usually something related to the game like,
"Uh-oh!" or "(you) Did It!"
And that would be my cue that I would (most likely) be well-received into a conversation of the same level.
And the (eighty billionth) bad attitude moment of the day would have passed.
While I was waiting for that
I shifted the way I was sitting and moved my arm.
And that's when she spoke.
"No, mama! Hold you tighter."
And she picked up my hand, wrapped my arm around her shoulders, put my hand into her lap again and pushed on it to be sure I got her point.
I gave her a squeeze and a kiss
and we kept playing Angry Birds.
And so in the spirit of adorability
here are two pictures of Little Miss today.