Norah has a new thing. It surely has something to do with being a two-year old. It goes a little something like this:
N: “I want yogurt.” (in a scream)
Me: “Ok”
N: “NOOOOOOOO. I want applesauce.” (louder scream)
Me: “Sure.”
N: “Aaaaahhhhhh! I want cereal.” (high pitched panic scream)
Me: “Norah, no big deal. You can have whichever you want.”
She then falls into the floor in a rage. The crying and hiccoughing just goes on and on. It is pitiful. It doesn’t change if I hold her or leave her alone. She is inconsolable.
It can be about anything/everything. Where she wants to sit or stand. What music she wants. Whatever. Scott and I have named it “The Walt” after Walt Whitman’s line: Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. (I am large, I contain multitudes). I’m having a tough time with “The Walt” and Norah’s largeness. No matter how I respond (or don’t respond), it seems to make it worse. It doesn’t seem to be food or sleep related. I plan to read Your Two Year Old tonight for ideas.
Meanwhile, take a look at Norah’s latest art. Does this look a little scarlet letterish to you? She had an entire palette of colors but only touched red and orange.
Inexplicable Ways 