Sure she's cute, with her sparkly blue eyes and platinum blond hair. But don't be fooled. She's a holy terror sometimes.
Take this morning for example. She comes downstairs before 6 am all sleepy and groggy, and starts the day out by giving Phil a hug and sitting on his lap, telling him how much she loves him. Sweet, right?
Phil asks her to get dressed for school. The sweetness ends.
But I don't want to get dressed first, I want to eat first. (Phil pours her a bowl of cereal)
I don't want that bowl, I want the ice cream bowl. (It's in the dishwasher)
NOOOO, you gave me too much milk! (Phil dumps some of it down the sink)
Now I don't have ENOUGH milk! (Phil, exasperated, tells her to eat it anyway)
I can't eat because I need to go to the bathroom! (She strips down and heads to the bathroom)
Well now I'm naked so I want to get dressed!!
I can do it all by myself.
I NEED HELP!! (Phil puts her tights on her, and offers to tie the back of her dress)
NO! I don't want YOU to tie my dress, I want Mommy!
Phil leaves for work - I'm still in my bedroom next to the kitchen. The door creaks open and slams shut (it's Maggie of course).
Thirty seconds later, the door opens again...this time it's Eamon who has come downstairs and is looking for food.
Maggie yells at him - DON"T wake up Mommy! No waking up Mommy! Daddy said not to wake up Mommy!
Of course, I've been awake this whole time anyway, and I go into the kitchen where she continues to whine about the cereal, her milk, her hair, the lunch I am packing, the boys who looked at her, the boy who burped....it never ends.