For the last four days Iolani has been all about showing the world what terrible parents Alex and I appear to be.
1) sandals. All she wants to wear are her sandals. I try to ignore my paranoid feelings that old women all around the neighborhood are saying "Why would they let that child out with no socks and in sandals?!?!?"
2) Dodger windbreaker over her winter jacket. Yes...Dodger fan through and through. It might be raining outside, but all she wants is her Dodger jacket.
3) Screams for SBUX. Every day this week, getting her into her carseat has been a fight. every.single.time. She screams "I don't want to go to school" or "Don't mommy, you are hurting me" or my favorite: "I don't want to go to school, I want to go to Starbucks"
The "Don't mommy, you are hurting me" is really over the top. I'm glad she's getting to the point where she can say that something's uncomfortable, however...when she's busy arching her back, refusing to sit in her carseat...there's no use in using brute force to get her to sit down. So, I'm not sure how's she's feeling hurt. You can't physically force her into her carseat, you really have to wait for her to get into the seat. Besides that...I'd never hurt her. I remember the one time I grabbed her arm as she was walking into danger, and I felt horrible. Given the choice between a dog bite and a startled child...I'll take the startling.
Today was a big day though. We've been reading her Sushi book on a regular basis. Today when we got home from the birthday party, she opted to forgo a nap and asked for sushi. In fact, once we got to Wokano and I ordered the California Roll for her. I was unprepared for her next steps. She devoured four of the six pieces. Now, I doubt that she will head into eating salmon roe, but...tamago...here we come!