The trouble with Emma

So remember this cute, sweet little girl? Well, she has suddenly found her girly attitude and I think I may kill myself before we are done with her (figure of speech everyone, figure of speech). She is driving me crazy!! She gets into everything, and then blames it on one of her brothers. If she does get in trouble she smiles real big with her eye closed like -you can't see me and I look cute so you wouldn't dare put me on time out. Which we do, and then the smile goes away and is replaced by bloody-murder screaming.

On top of all this she has turned into a wussy girl. We went to eat at Wendy's and there was a fly. It landed by her and she started screaming and panicing. Luckily I shoo-ed it away before she really flipped out, but, as flies do, it came around and landed again, followed by more panicing. Us, being the wonderful parents we are, we thought it was funny so we laughed. I showed her how to shoo it away and Tony said, "Just make sure to shoo it away before it bites you." (really, why do I wonder why she acts the way she does?) After a kick or two to Tony from me, I told Emma that the flies wouldn't hurt her. She did okay after that and only had one mild panic attack when she waved her hand briefly at the fly and it didn't fly away.

On Saturday Emma fell and scraped her knee. On Sunday we put tights on Emma for church. After church She went in to go to the bathroom and we heard screaming. Her wound from Saturday fused to the tights. She was flipping out and would not let us touch the tights. She stayed in them all day without letting us near them except to put a washcloth on them. Finally before bed I told her to hold Tony's hand and I was going to look at it. She didn't like that idea but we forced her to do it anyways :). She screamed the whole time. I carefully pulled her tights off (after wetting the wound down). As soon as I got them off she stopped screaming looked down and laughed. Liam asked "Emma, did that hurt?" She smiled and said no in a high girly voice and went off to play.

Lastly, today she walked up to me and said, "Mom, I'm Jesus" (meaning Mom I'm pretending to be Jesus). I said "You are hu?" kind of shocked-like. She then replied "Yep. And Jesus doesn't have his hair done." And then proceeded to take her ponytails out of her hair. Who was I to argue? She right. Jesus didn't have ponytails in his hair, and who could be better for her to pretend to be. But for some reason I think her pretending was to just get her hair out.

I may die while raising her. Hopefully this is just some sort of stage that she will be out of soon! She's driving me CRAZY!!

ON a happier note-

Here are the curtains I've made so far (yes, you can ooo and aaahhh at them)

Curtains in the bathroom

In the living room

and up the stairs

(only one panel is up, the other is on the floor behind me because I can't reach to put it up. Tony says he will "Spiderman" up the wall and put it up for me ;) )

Well thanks for reading my venting. She really is a sweet girl, she just came with more attitude and sneakiness than I thought. I thought Liam would be my wild child...I was wrong. :)