Rachel was on one this evening.
My sweet little girl turned into a gremlin. She was growling and howling about everything that happened.
We kept reminding her that she needed to ask nice for things and not growl at mommy and daddy, but she kept forgetting.
At one point this evening I was in the kitchen/bathroom area of our house (cleaning up something, I'm sure) and I heard the following exchange:
Rachel (upset by something, probably, insignificant): Rrrrrawwrrrrr!
Andrew: Rachel! You know you're not supposed to growl at Daddy!
Rachel (obviously talking back): Rawr!
She got put to bed early.
I feel for her, I really do! She's still working on getting about 7 teeth right now. Her hand is constantly in her mouth so that she can chew on it, which just makes her even more upset. She comes to me throughout the day and holds her hands out to me, absolutely covered in slobber, as if asking me to wipe them dry for her. So I do. And I rub her gums. And I give her Orajel. And I give her lovely things to chew on.
But she's still just miserable. And miserable to be around. So she gets put to bed early.
Maybe, if she can keep from growling all the time, we can make some (invisible Kool-Aid) Popsicles tomorrow.