No Myth

Yes, I know, it's a song from my college years, but ...

Arabella seems to be hitting the terrible three's. We have had some really astronomical tantrums lately, the most memorable being when I tried to remove her from the Playland at McDonalds (after only about 45 minutes of play, gosh, how cruel). I had to hold her on my lap while she shrieked and kicked so hard her boots came off. The playland was crowded, and noisy with kids running about, but I am sure everyone heard Arabella. The paternal g-parents are coming and I predicted they will cut their visit short once they see one of these tantrums. We'll see.

I haven't been knitting much, but Arabella has been helping out by winding her animals in my silk yarn. And I need new lip gloss -- my lip glosses were in my luggage from the trip to FL and I couldn't find them until last night -- all I found was the cap to one, next to Arabella's toy box in the livingroom. This is not a good clue.