She's Basically An Adult

Amelia Bedelia is her "light reading" - obviously she needs to decompress after the stress of reading "Win One for the Gipper" and "Amelia Earhart"...

You would too if you made your Mama read you books where the main character dies.

And she makes me read them over and over and over.

I've hidden Amelia Earhart.  I couldn't take it anymore.  

WHERE DID SHE GO?!?!?!?!?!?

WHY DID IT CRASH?!?!?!?!

WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?!?!?!

Or as Molly says, "Go?  Go?"  And then she picks up the book and looks at the back cover.  Like she's going to find her there....after all this time.

She looks at me like I'm supposed to have an answer and I'm all like, "I DON'T KNOW!!! NO ONE KNOWS!!!!  SHE'S JUST MISSING!!!  CAN WE JUST READ GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE?  PLEASE!!!!"

I know we've done the pictures of her in her glasses but...I just keep taking them.  You see, I put my glasses on whenever we leave the house because I like to use them when I drive.

So, Molly likes to put her glasses on when we leave the house.  And also whenever she happens upon them laying around.

I also basically don't have to remember anything anymore.  When we're getting ready to go, she reminds me of everything.  Juice?  Nack?  (snack)  Shoes? (or boots depending)  Auk?  (coat)  Hat? (And she is always concerned that I need a hat on.  If I tell her I wasn't going to wear one she either tells me "Brrrr" - meaning that it is cold outside - or refuses to put hers on.  Most of the time I put mine on and then take it off in the car cuz me and hats...we just don't get along.)

Thanks to cousin Allie's shared article about the use of sippy cups, I've stopped being lazy and let Mol drink out of big girl cups while at the table.

She was such a rockstar.

Then, this morning, she spilled some on her robe and jammers...

and flipped out.

"Mess!  Dirty!  Mess!  Dirty!"

Even wiping it off with a paper towel wasn't enough.  She insisted I take her clothes off and throw them in the laundry.

But then insisted that she couldn't eat breakfast "nake" (naked).  So we had to go put her clothes on before we could finish breakfast.

Which reminds me...

When she drops food on the floor, she always tells me about it and wants me to clean up the mess.  And, nine times out of ten I tell her I'll clean up the whole mess after she's all done.

Well, she's started to give me this look when I say that...like she doesn't believe me.

I think she's on to me.

So there you have it.

Molly is not only running the show here, but running it smarter, cleaner, more efficiently, and with better style.

My job is - apparently - done.