the whys

It has come to pass that now everything Gaz sees in the world must be hit with a few hundred "whys." I don't know what it was about yesterday, but just as it seemed like she was winding down for the evening the whys commenced. About everything.

After about an hour and a half of trying to answer her questions, usually more than once, she went to bed relatively easily and after making shadow puppets with balloons for a few minutes, she drifted off to sleep much more easily than she has in a week.

So the whys are annoying and shall continue to annoy us for a long time, I think, but if it wears out her brain to the point that I don't have to deal with a screaming, thrashing kid who's trying to escape from the bed at bedtime, I'm all for it.

In other news, Gaz now makes her toys talk in funny voices (just like Mommy and Daddy do), and gets upset when she can't draw letters like Mommy does. She calls her H's "crazy" and then mopes. I try to tell her that some two-year-olds don't even know what an H is, but still she mopes. Coloring outside the lines also makes her upset these days.

It's hard being Gaz. Today we have to go replace the chocolate bunny that I thought she'd forgotten about the bottom half of and ate. So we're going to go get a sale chocolate bunny and maybe distract her from the missing bunny bit.