Everything's a crisis ...

How did I manage to give birth to the world's biggest drama queen? And it's ALL drama - just ask the princess herself!

Yesterday we were at a yardsale (yes, in December!) and she picked up an umbrella (she LOVES umbrellas) and carried it around insisting it was "ANNA'S BRELLA! This ANNA'S BRELLLLLLA. IT's ANNNNNNNNNA'S BUH-RELLLLLLLLLLLA!"as if there was a bumrush of people ISO a 'brella. Anyhow, she put it down momentarily and someone moved it. She came back to see her 'brella was missing and I heard the shriek of someone who's just seen a ghost. It was Anna. Her umbrella was MIA. She recovered it and 24hrs later she's still talking about the fact that "That man moved it. He take it. It Anna's 'brella. It was in the way. He moved it. It was dangerous. He take it. He moved it. He moved Anna's 'brella. He gave it back to Anna. He take it. He moved it. Brella was in the way. It's Anna's brella ... "

We've gotten more sophisticated on our Bob The Builder obsession and Anna will actually identify the particular vehicles, which will certainly make her PawPaw proud. She saw a man up on a cherry picker the other day and you would have thought it was Christmas the way she squeeled w/ delight ;) ("He up on dat Therry Picka? He be careful! He get hurt! He Ok, momma?") When she sees an empty construction site, she DEMANDS to know where "Bob and the crew" are. Today she saw an empty site and said, "Where's Bob Builder, Momma?" I replied my lame, "He's at lunch, darling" to which she obsessed, "He at luuuuunch. He hungwwwwy, he eat alllllll his food and he have caaaandy. He hungwwwwy. He sit down and eat like good boy! He at luuuuunch ... " and on it went.

Oh how I wish I could bottle the innocence of such obsessions :) Now if I could only get her to obsess about eating green vegetables and brushing her teeth.