We learned an important life lesson this week: Waverley doesn’t get sick often, but when she does she is nearly more dramatic than an adult man with a cold. Nothing makes her happy and everything is wrong, wrong, wrong. She is theatrical, distressed, and pitiful. Fortunately she is on the upswing and typical toddler tantrums have resumed, rather than the epic, Oscar-worthy performances we’ve been privy to. In her returned happy, silly state, she noticed quite the shock of her life: Dad is a little different. There’s something. She caught Nate changing the other day, looked at him, and smiled curiously. Then she laughed and said “Do-du.” It is now my most favorite nickname for boy bits and I hope it lives on forever. Other than that excitement, here is a recap of Waverley’s weekly woes:

• From the picture: Waverley laid claim to a toy cat on a string at her cousin’s house. Nate pulled it around as if he was walking it and Waverley thought it was the cat’s meow. If anyone else tried to pull Kitty, including its rightful owner, Waverley would scream “Daddeeeeeeeeeeee Kitteeeeeeeeee Daddeeeeeeeee!!!” And everyone in the neighborhood understood her disdain for People Who Are Not Her Dad.
• We had to wipe her nose approximately four thousand times per day.
• Nothing is good to eat. She gave her lunch to Charlie. Charlie ate her lunch! Oh NOOOO!
• Mama! Dada! Mama! Dada! Indecisive toddler brain malfunction meltdown!
• She wanted a snack. Do not offer anything other than chocolate bunny crackers or else.
• She was convinced that my supply of feminine products were special snacks I hid from her in the closet.
• She couldn’t decide between a bow and headband. The horror!
• She demanded all food to be presented in her “snack bowl.”
• If a meal could not fit in her snack bowl, it was the incorrect meal to serve.
• She needed sauce (i.e., ketchup) on everything. Everything.
• Water! No, milk! Water! Milk! Waterrrr! Indecisive toddler brain malfunction meltdown!
• Daniel Tiger was over!
• We seemed to curate the worst reading list every night. “Back, back, back!” In disgust. Why can’t you get it right?

I hope you all have a wonderful long weekend! We will be busy getting ready for our trip!