Yesterday while the girls were napping, I decided to clean out/organize the pantry in preparation for a big grocery shopping trip. After they woke up, Tia noticed the change immediately and asked "What happened to all our food?".
She seriously doesn't miss a thing.
At 4:30 this morning Tia woke up and seemed to believe it was time to start her day. I tried and tried to explain to her that it was still night time and she needed to go back to bed. She and I were both getting frustrated and I was losing my patience. That's about the time she started screaming at the top of her lungs "I need my Faver!". She means father but can't pronounce the 'th' sound yet.
How can there be so much drama in such a little person?
This afternoon when it was Tia's nap time, she was stalling a little bit so I said to her "Tia, I really don't feel well so you have to take a nap now, and I am going to lay down too". Her response was this, "Let me get a little older and I'll be a doctor. I can listen to your temperature for you". I asked "Oh, you want to be a doctor? That would make Mommy so happy!". She said "Yeah, after I'm a snow princess, then I be a doctor".
Ah, there's a normal 3 year old in there somewhere!