I was going to blog today about our quiet new year and how Hannah chopped all her hair off (I was not a participant in this madness) and how Livie is Hubs’ clone and I was even going to include pictures BUT I forgot my camera at home which NEVER happens so I’ll save that post until tomorrow. Instead, I think I need to talk about how Livie has went rogue on me.

What I mean is, over the past week or so my innocent, usually quiet, easy going baby has turned into a strong, driven, stubborn almost toddler. I can’t remember when Hannah  made this change but I’d like to think it was later. I had high hopes of Livie being the mild tempered one…more like me since Hannah and Hubs’ are exactly alike personality wise and if Livie was like them too…well I’m pretty sure I’d need medication to make it through life with the 3 of them.

For some reason Livie will not sit nicely in my lap most the time. Instead she’s wiggling and arching her back and fussing. So I’ll put her on the floor thinking she wants to play. Then she’ll sit there and stare at me and just yell. Not cry. Just yell at me and say things like “mamamamamamam” or “bababababanananana” and it’s this insane pitch. Then if I don’t pick her up she resorts to this squealing…this ungodly squealing so then I’ll pick her back up. She continues that in my lap. So then I’ll put her down and it’s just a vicious cycle.  She’s so different than Hannah was though. Hannah would just glare at you, and throw herself down or throw whatever toy or cup she had down. Then she was done. She was mean at an early age but she got her point across quickly. Livie does not do this. She whines. And carries on. And whines some more. She begs for attention 98% of the time. Remember how I told y’all the other day about how she’s attached at my hip all the time? This is the reason why.

I won’t even mention the non sleeping going on lately.

I realize it’s just a phase. I’ve been there/done that/bought the t shirt on all of this. So I’m not really asking for advice. I’m just venting because this is my place to vent…or wonder…or just fall apart. And I’m pretty sure with all of Livie’s breakdowns lately that I’m going to be falling apart more often.

If she wasn’t so damn cute, this could be a bigger problem. Just sayin.