Just a few days ago, it occurred to me that Oceana will be 5 next year.
Which means she'll start school next year.
Which means I'll be homeschooling [most likely] by next year.
Which strikes fear in my heart! But also, excitment!
She's incredibly grown up, this sweet girl.
She is too grown up some days. Like today when she learned what a "mooring line" was (the ropes used to tie up ships).
And then other days, like today, she's still a toddler in need of reasoning skills.
O: "I want salad!"
S: "Ok, here you go." [put two pieces of lettuce on her plate at lunch].
O: *hysteria* "NO! NO! NOT 2! ONLY 1! ONLY 1!"
S: "Hey, settle down. Fine. Here! Ok, 1 piece." [taking 1 piece off and eating it myself].
O: *hysteria* "NO! NO! NOT 1! DON'T EAT MY PIECE! MOMMMMMY!!!!"
Ahem. I tooootally kept my cool. Er.... well, I didn't yell at her. But it wasn't at our house, it was on the ship with other people around...
I hate moments like that when non-family people are around.
I said, "HA! With me around, it's like the best birth control! No one will ever have babies, if they keep seeing this!"
I have a tendency to be overdramatic, and try to make people laugh, rather than think "Geez she's a bad mom, can't she keep that kid under control." I was trying folks. I was trying. She got time-out in the cabin, after I carried all 35+lbs of her in there sobbing over 1 vs 2 pieces of lettuce on her plate.