Where did my daughter come from? No, you don't need to answer, I have the stretch marks to prove that she and her twin sister were grown within my body. Everyone, well mainly Dave and my mom, say that I cater to Alaina and have made her the 4 year old little diva that she is, but truth be told, I do the same amount of catering to all my kids. Alaina is just Alaina. Or as we like to call her, Complaina.
4:20am. Cries of hysterics are coming from the twins room. I jump out of bed to check on whether Alaina fell out of bed and hit something hard on her way down or to see who is grabbing her out of her room and trying to steal her...because surely this is the only reason she is crying the way she is. I get to her, and she is in her bed, no strangers around...so why on earth are the tears streaming down her face? Fever? No. Vomiting? No. "Lainey, please tell me...what's the matter?" Her response, between muffled sobs, "I don't want to wear these diamond (crystal) earrings. I want the pearl ones. I told you this morning and you said after bath, but you didn't put them in...they are still the diamonds".....sob sob sob.
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.
What other child on God's green earth is waking up at 4am and doing an earring check? Seriously?????
I tell her to get a grip, and we'll change them when the sun wakes up. I walk back to my room, to where my husband is snoring away...completely oblivious that someone could have been stealing our child....and lay back down. I can't sleep, so I start planning out outfits for the Disney cruise we're taking in November. Ok, so maybe I now see where she might get some of these tendencies.
However, I will *never* cry about having diamonds in my ears, on my fingers, on my wrist or neck...there are apparently a lot of things this little girl still needs to learn. Just not at 4am.
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