This morning I rubbed Baby's back.
I've been trying to give in more to her cuddly neediness. It'll end. And she obviously needs me more than I sometimes think.
She's an interesting dichotomy that way.
While I rubbed her back I thought of preschool.
And the fact that she's three now, not the baby we let her pretend to be most of the time.
I thought, maybe, it was time to start introducing her to her name.
You know... how to write it.
It's not her fault that her name is the longest name in the history of the world.
Good God I think back to the nervous breakdown Kid had when she had to master her name for preschool and her name is only 4 letters. Nine letters?! What the hell were we thinking.
That's why I thought maybe we should start now. Give it some time to sink in.
I grabbed a notebook and started to write her name. Then scribbled it out remembering too late that little kids start with all capital letters.
So I wrote her name several times and then made dotted letters for her to outline.
She was pretty outraged.
"Those are not ABCs!" Baby said agitated.
"Yes, they are." I reply then start to trace one for her "See? You write on top of them to make your letters."
"I want them to Shut Up." Baby says showing a disgruntled attitude usually associated with her older sister.
"Shut up?" I ask slightly confused... you know cause the letters aren't really talking... but, hey, either were my windows.
"Yeah." Baby replies.
"What do you mean, shut up?" I ask.
"It means you shut your mouth." Baby replied with contempt.
She might not be ready for preschool but she'll fit right in with the mean girls in high school.