Madeline and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day(s)

Anyone remember this book?

Well, if you replace the name Alexander with Madeline...that pretty much sums up her afternoons this week.

Apparently, things are going just swimmingly at daycare.  Madeline saves up all her grouchy for Mumma and Dada's benefit.

Yesterday, I sneezed twice in a row.  From Madeline's reaction, you might think I had suddenly morphed into a baby-eating werewolf.  She looked at me, eyes wide in terror, let out a single blood-curdling shriek, and crawled away from me as fast as a person on four limbs can crawl.

It took a lot of convincing and cuddling to make her believe I wasn't a baby-eating monster after that.

Then we had spaghetti for dinner, which Madeline loves!  Score!  Only problem?  Madeline doesn't know how to eat spaghetti.  This lead to major frustration and a minor meltdown on the Maddie Bear's part.  It also lead to a spaghetti hat!

This afternoon, she learned how to use a bucket of hers as a stool.  It was very cute, until it slid out from under her and she landed flat on her back with a loud thud.

There was a moment of stunned silence that every parent knows will only last a Milli-second before the flood gates open and the screams start a-coming.

A-coming they did.  And did.  And did.  And did.

Poor girl.

Madeline had just recovered from the trauma of falling off her stool when she got hold of the remote control for the TV.

First, she hit mute.  I was slightly annoyed since I was trying to listen to the story about the satellite falling to earth. (I was interested because obviously I assume this satellite will choose to hit my house.)

Then Madeline somehow turned it up as loud as it can possible go....which is pretty darn loud.  

 Her first instinct was to freeze and curl into the fetal position, complete with hands up over her head. (This is probably a good instinct to have in case the satellite hits our house.)  Her second instinct was to get the hell out of there.  (This is probably a good instinct to have in case we have a zombie apocolypse.)

Plus?  She's teething.  Plus?  I took a magazine she was set on eating away from her.  Plus?  Dada had pizza for dinner and wouldn't give any to her...at first.  Plus?  Once Dada did give it to her, he made her sit and eat her crust instead of running around the living room with it.  Plus?  Mumma changed her diaper tonight, and how dare she do that?!?!?  Apparenlty Madeline would rather go through life with a soggy bottom.

Sigh.  It's hard being a baby.

 *Sob* Why is spaghetti so hard to eat?!