Pico DiPaolo

We’re seeing little glimmers of the Joelle we treasure back in attack.  Tonight, after dinner, I pulled up to McDonald’s and she said under her breath, “please be chickie nuggets.”  When I asked the guy over the mic for 4 sundaes, she said, “YES!”  Elise said, “I cream,” when she saw it handed over. 

When we pulled out into the street, Joelle said, “This is Joelle DiPaolo and I am reporting from the dark.”  Chris and I both chuckled, so she continued, “It’s so dark, I can’t even see what I am saying.”  Hilarious.  I love that girl.

A lot is going on with Elise right now.  I took her to the doctor today, thinking her cold had gone into an infection, but he surmises she just caught another virus.  She’s cranky and totally not herself.  She woke up at 4 in the morning, refusing to go back to sleep.  She similarly refused to take her afternoon nap and decided that today was the day to crawl out of her crib for the first time.  Really?  Plus, she can’t utilize her bink because she’s so congested.  We’ve got a hellish cold, we’ve lost the bink and now we’ve lost the crib.  So, I leave her in her room screaming to kinda see what will happen.  Of course, I’ve left bear out of the crib – it’s the only thing we’ve got left! 

After 10 minutes of crying, there was silence.  I’m tempted to leave it, but I have to sneak back in to see what happened.  She’s curled up in a tiny ball by the door, clutching bear.  I scooped up my poor little angel to put her in her big girl bed.  I wonder how long nap will last today?

My dad put a little poke out there for me to write a blog.  I’m glad he does this because it’s generally a good spur for me to post; however, I just haven’t been in the mood as of late.  Yes, we’ve had some cuteness and adorable moments, but they’ve been overshadowed by some rowdy tantrums from Joelle.  We actually asked her pediatrician if it was okay that she was still having them (yes, Joelle and I asked together AND it is ok, for the record.)  I knew they’d eventually break and they did.  I think Nana even uncovered the root problem.  While dealing with her utter exhaustion after school, Joelle couldn’t also absorb the frustration that her wishes weren’t coming true.  Yes, Joelle is mesmerized by fairies, wishes and magic.  She wished upon a star that she would get to do whatever it is that she wants to do and, well, that hasn’t exactly happened.  It was a strange discussion, but I think she kind of understands the concept of “unanswered prayers” and “you shouldn’t always get what you wish for.”

As if by magic, her tantrums reached an apex and then sort of petered out.  Then, the very next day, no joke THE next day… Elise started in on her tantrums.  Think Joelle’s tantrums in a tiny miniature form.  Elise stands in the middle of the living room, her little fists balled up, and yells, “I haaaaa  you.”  She has no idea what she’s saying, but she’s imitating the “I hate you,” that Joelle likes to hurl at me.  I really thought I was going to lose it.  I had dealt with Joelle for about a month and having to switch over to dealing with the new foe with no break was really hard for me.

I did snap myself out of feeling sorry for myself, no worries, but coupled with some sicknesses and halloween, I’m really looking forward to moving on!  Here’s to some fun and more frequent blogs.