Toddler attitude

You know your birthday is coming up. You know you’ll be 3 years old but for some strange reason you tell everybody that you’re 5. ;)

You love your little sister and ask to hold her, be next to her, touch her, etc. all the time. You make her laugh and you read to her. You climb into her playpen to sit and play with her. In the mornings you want to cuddle with her in bed.

Hope you guys stay this sweet with each other. It’s a gift to be such good friends with your sibling. You’ve got a friend for life.

You’ve become quite fresh with me but that’s because you’re smart.

You tell me I talk too much (because I tell you what to do all the time;) and if you don’t get what you want from me, you go to your father.

Here an entry from my blog:
And So the Back-talking begins

It's bedtime. once again Maia has managed to procrastinate her daily fate by announcing that she has to poop, which could mean an indefinite time on the toilet with or without result.
So, there she sits, in the bathroom, a book on her lap, reading out loud. For the third time I approach her with the question, whether or not she's finished. girl ignores me.
"excuuse me... hellooo. I am talking to you", I plead.
She sighs... "Well, you're talking aaall the time."
I'm in shock and, perplexed, I answer: "well, excuse me... I asked you a question."
She sighs again deeply, looks at me and says in her coolest voice: "What?"
"Are you done?", I ask (without correcting her language...still shocked by her fresh tone).
"Nope." she finishes me up and goes back to reading her book.

Another excerpt from my blog:
Maia the Toddler Linguist

We're washing our hands. Maia has two soaps to her disposal but, of course, wants my precious Body&bath&whatever-anyway-too-much-money-spent-on-it soap.
"Ok, but only a liiittle bit." I say.
She manages to squeeze a quite small amount on her hand. I'm amazed, for she usually goes for whole hand coverage (on both hands).
Feeling a bit guilty about my stingyness I explain: " Only a little bit because this is special soap. it is very expensive."
Silence. Maia rubs her hands obviously in deep thought.
Then she looks up to me and asks: "It's soap for pants??"
"Pants?" I wonder... then I catch up to her analysis of the word she just heard..
"ex-pants-sive". ;)


*****


You are so sweet and so affectionate, Maia. I hope you keep this up. I, myself am so bad at that. You’ve definitely got this virtue from your father. You know I'm not big on touching or hugging but I do have my moments and when I then squeeze your cheeks and kiss you with all my loving might, you look at me with confusion and say: "Who are you.... and what have you done with my mother?"

Sometimes I feel like you’re the adult. When I get angry you immediately ask : “Are you happy, Mom?” …and I say “No, I’m angry.” …Then you usually say: “Don’t be angry, Mom. I love you. I love you just the way you are.” And then you kiss me.
Of course, you also know you’re in trouble (i.e. the reason I’m angry… something you did…like overflow the sink, paint on the wall, etc.) and all this might just be a way to get on my good side. You’re a smart girl. And too cute. ;)