Bumpy, Grumpy, Frumpy, Crunky

This is how Mette describes herself or anything she does not like when she is in one of her "moods".

Offer her a snack, be prepared to get a "too frumpy!!"  If she doesn't want to do what you are proposing she will tell you she is too Crunky.  I don't know where any of these words came from or what they are in relation too, but they are quickly becoming part of the Faden lexicon.  I have to say, when you use the little kid whinny voice they really do a good job of conveying the emotion she is feeling.

Ah, Mette.  She is almost two and a half.  Whew.  We are half way through the twos.  Thank GOODNESS!!!  For Otto two wasn't nearly as tough as three, for Mette, if three is worse I am not sure if I will make it.  This little girl rules with an iron fist.  Mind you, that fist is pink with sparkels and has a fairy wand, but don't let looks deceive you.  If she decides you have wronged her, be prepared to pay the price.

On the flip side, she can be the sweetest thing ever.  Showering you with compliments and love at every turn.  If it wasn't such a role of the die to see which one you were going to get there would be much less anxiety in my day.

She has had some major breakthroughs lately.  Shortly before our big trip to Chicago she was really wanting to sleep in a nightgown.  Because I knew that if she wasn't in zip up jammies she would take off her nighttime diaper I was hesitant to let her sleep in them.  I told her they were for big girls who either kept their diaper on or wore big girl underwear to bed.  She declared herself ready to wear big girl underwear to bed and hasn't gone back since.  That was it.  Done.  No more diapers in our house.  It still seems a bit too good to be true.  We drove to and from Chicago without even using pull-ups in the car.  It has been amazing.  She will proudly tell you that a nightgown is a dress you can sleep in.

Speaking of dresses.  That is all she will wear.  She REFUSES to wear anything else other than a dress except for two skirts that are super frilly and full of tulle and have matching shirts, making them in a sense, dresses.  She picks our her outfits every day and has a few wardrobe changes throughout the day to suit her mood.  She literally stands at her closet and leafs through her dresses and picks the one that suits her that day.  It is both hilarious and terrifying at the same time.  She also has a strong opinion about what matches and cares deeply that things match.  Not that I wear things that don't match (though I did for most of my early childhood) but this whole dressy matchy matchy thing is really funny.  Where does it come from????  Not me, that is for sure.

She is so girly I get nervous until I see her sock anyone who she thinks looked at her the wrong way, runs faster than some of the boys, screams "don't look at me" to people she doesn't want looking at her, is generally fearless of all things BOY.  As Racer says, she is a "rough and tough creme puff".  That's my girl.

We are members of the local pool this summer and it has been a huge hit.  Both kids took swimming lessons starting when we got back from Chicago.  Otto is still working on getting his face wet and is very hesitant in the water.  We are going to switch to private lessons with him because he seems to be getting braver and we want to encourage that.  He really loves going to the pool so it seems like a good idea to roll with it while we can.

Mette, has NO FEAR!!!

The scariest part of taking her to the pool is her lack of fear.  She wants to jump into the deep end "all by herself".  She passed her swimming class in the first session.  We have some video to post later but you will see the little fish that she is.

Speaking of pool time.  It is crazy hot today and I think the kids and I are going to hit up the pool this afternoon to cool off.

More soon.....