The Good, The Bad and The Toddler

Well, not really, but that sounded like a good title when I wrote it, and quite frankly, I'm too lazy to change it.

Little bits floating around, none big enough to merit their own post:

• It's official. Claire is huge. I went to get her into her 18mos sized jacket the other day and she resembled a sausage in a too-small casing. Granted, I bought the jacket for $2 at a yard sale about a month ago, but still I thought I could eek a little more from it. Mostly it's too short. The sleeves are OK, and it's sort of loose around the middle, but it's too high on her waist - almost a bolero. So, I got out the next size coat I have - a 2T number from Target. Super cute and PINK! Holy buckets is that thing pink! Put it on her, and the length is fine - just the sleeves are a little long, but that's easy to fix with rolling them up.

• I was playing with Claire one morning, here in the living room. And I turned to find her lying on her back, laughing and wiggling her fingers against her own belly. Yup, she was trying to tickle herself. She also tries to give us raspberries now, which is funny, since she gets the noise part but sort of points in your general direction. This is also very funny to all parties concerned.
  

• But alas, all this cuteness is also coming with a large dose of toddler-isms. She's not sleeping well. So far tonight, in the 3 hours since we put her down, I've heard her cry out no less than 4 times. She did take a good nap today, but that was just about the only good nap she had all week. She threw a little tantrum when we were coming home from the park because I wouldn't carry her (the options were walk - holding my hand OR ride in the stroller.) She threw another one when it was time to go out to a play date, then when it was time to leave the play date AND lastly, she threw down when it was time to get out of the bathtub, and then briefly when it was time for bed. I'm tired of it already. She's not even 18 months old yet. Crikey - what am I going to do??