I love her.
Mya, my 3 year old is a hoot. She is full of piss and vinegar. Out of all my kids her personality matches mine the most. She says the funniest things, she’s as tough as nails, yet she’ll explode into tears if she’s too frustrated. She can take out the boys and hold her own. She speaks her mind all the time and she’s as stubborn as hell. She can be so sweet and caring, yet if you cross her she’s smart enough to cause hell, yet avoid getting in trouble for it. She’s very imaginative and talks to herself all the time.
*sigh* So I adore this child, but at the same time get very frustrated with her.
We are walking into Walmart the other day and I look down to grab her hand as we are walking across the parking lot. I stop dead in my tracks and stare at her in disbelief. I obviously didn’t check her over before we left the house.
“What?” She asks.
She’s got on her white old navy t-shirt that is stained from chocolate milk from this morning, her pink pants that have grass stains on the knees and are a little too short for her. Her pink Dora shoes are on the wrong feet and she has jam still smeared on her face from snack. To top it off she is wearing pink, orange and green swimming goggles. Her mousy brown hair is messy and flying all over the place struggling to break free from the strap that is holding the goggles to her head.
She looks like a homeless child.
“Mya…. why do you have goggles on?” I ask.
“I like them.” She responds quickly and simply.
“Take them off! They look silly. They are for the pool, not for going to Walmart.” I calmly respond.
“No, I LIKE them. They are my special glasses and I’m wearing them.” She adamantly replies.
*sigh*
“Fine, just don’t lose them in the store.” I smile and look at her.
We continue on into the store. She is happily skipping along just content with her little world, pumped over her swimming goggles. She looks absolutely ridiculous, yet she has no clue she looks as funny as she does. How awesome is that? I wish I had a camera to capture the moment.
This girl rocks my world.
Whenever I drive and she’s my back seat driver.
She’s always yelling at me to go faster or just to “GO!” She’ll yell at the other cars in front of us to get out of the way and tell me to go “FASTER!!!”
She says the funniest things all the time and I really need to start carrying around a note pad cuz I constantly forget 1/2 the things she says and how she says things. She is such an outspoken, crazy little girl.
She’ll look at me and say, “Mommy, you’re so beautiful! I love you!” Then she’ll give me a hug.
The other day Brandon pissed her off so she punched him in the eye.
Brandon complained, “Mya punched me in the eye mom!”
Mya sighs and says very annoyed, “I said sorry!”
She totally didn’t. I was right there. She does this a lot. If she gets mad, she’ll throttle the boys, then simply look at them and say, “sorry.” Then walk away.
When she gets in trouble she just looks all shocked that she’s in trouble and says, “Well, I SAID SORRY!!!!”
I have to try so hard not to laugh at her. I love the fact that she’s tough as nails, yet when you get down to it she’s really a softy.
One day she is caring around a glue stick. I eye it suspiciously.
“Mya, what are you doing with that glue stick?” I ask.
“Oh, I was just putting my picture up.” She says matter of factly. “Here, I’m done. You can have it now.”
“Where did you put your picture?”
“On the wall.” Is her reply.
“Which wall?” I ask dreading the answer.
“Come see it! It looks great!” She proudly answers.
She leads me over to their playroom, which is the space under the stairs. We had a door installed and turned it into the kids fort. She points to the wall. “See?”
“Oooohhh, very nice Mya! Ok, that’s fine. Just don’t be sticking your pictures up with glue anymore ok? Just come and ask me for a tac.” I’m relieved that it’s not upstairs. I don’t care what they do to the inside of their playroom/fort. Sheesh, that girl is creative.