"Don't tell me we have to go anywhere else..plaaaaease." she said with a tone that picked at my nerves.
"Well, I do have to pick up....." I could say no more.
"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU........" She sounded like a person trying to blow up a balloon.
On and on until finally I brought her over to her Grandmas ( I'll have another post about that later I think) and took my son to get a shirt for his holiday concert tonight. I picked her up afterward and she got into the car with a huff. Later we had a little talk and things seemed better. She's changing, growing and I miss that little girl who would cuddle with me on the couch as we watched Dora or played games. She's changing and I'm not ready. Late last night as I went around the house doing my nightly check of everything (a touch of OCD I think) I went into her room and put another blanket over her because it was cold. I looked at her face and there it was...the same face that she had when she was born. There she is. My baby girl not gone at all. Just hiding behind the 'TUDE.