Breakfast

Does she look like she could melt a hole in your head?  Because she can...

Here's a rundown of breakfast at our house this morning:

Paige, after being offered milk, her usual preference:  (Screaming) "I said a juice box," throwing herself onto the counter,all woe and misery.  For the record, she never said anything about a juice box, just came into the kitchen and sat down, ready to eat.  Me, ignoring the tantrum, juice box delivered, "What would you like for breakfast?"  Blank stare.  "Pancakes?" More staring.  "Oatmeal?" More staring.  "Cereal?"  More staring.  "Eggs?"  Yelling "I want popcorn!  I. don't. like. that. cereal!"

So, for breakfast she had: A juice box (the flavored water kind - is that bad?  Don't answer)  Popcorn (that she WILL NOT share).  And cereal (I'm not saying what kind - it has sugar as the second ingredient).   I'm not going to go into what happened when I was helping her get dressed, but it's worth noting that she was out of her favorite dresses and the leggings were "too dark."

Sometimes the only thing that keeps me from yelling at her is repeating these words over and over in my head "she's two, she's two..."  Not that we aren't trying to teach her to use her words, to speak politely, that the world doesn't revolve around her.  But, she's two.  And it won't last forever.  And it helps that Chris is home now and he always helps me see the humor. And she's cute, and we love her to pieces.