going over my head

Sunday morning found Maya and I home alone. Mike had taken Abby off to church, but Maya had gotten up too early to make all the way through the service so she and I opted out. I busied myself with getting out the Christmas decorations and Maya toddled around getting into as much as possible. Actually, to be honest, she was pretty good. And then "it" happened. She snatched up something of Abby's that Abby had left out, I can't remember exactly what now. I moved quickly to take it away from her which really ticked her off. It's the funniest thing when she's mad. She gets the cutest little scowl on her face, often that bottom lip gets pushed out as far as it can go.

On Sunday, she was beyond mad and not only was she scowling, but looking around for something, anything to throw. Oh yes, she's a chucker, my sweet little doodle bug. As luck would have it her empty bottle was sitting on the coffee table. Well it was sitting on the coffee table until she hucked it across the living room bouncing it off the curio cabinet. Well that bought her a baby sized time out in her crib. After which I stressed that there was no throwing in our house and I asked her to apologize. We stared at each other over the crib bars, Maya not saying anything. I asked her again to apologize, something she is quite capable of, although it comes out "gorry". And again she ignored me.

I have mentioned many times that Maya is somewhat of a marble mouth and 85% of the time we can't make heads or tails of what she's saying. Sunday, though, after my third request for an apology she looked at me and said as clear as anything... "I want Daddy."