Jireh hijacks my cell phone and runs away. Flip open. “Hi. Yeah. Bye.”
Flip closed. This over and over as many times as possible before I
catch up with her.
When you say “Hi, Jireh!” she says “Hi, Jireh!”
Also, she calls Miriam “Jireh” all day and Miriam just answers her. I
haven’t quite figured it out yet, since when Miriam is missing, Jireh
will walk around yelling “Meeyum! Meeyum!” And when you say “Where’s
Jireh?” she runs up to you and smiles. So I don’t know what to make of
this whole identity crisis thing. Except I do think her penchant to
repeat every single thing has helped build her vocabulary by leaps and
bounds, so it can’t be all bad.
Miriam has been going around dressed as a princess every single day
since we got home. Yesterday she made my mom say hello to her My Little
Pony dolls. “Say hi pony. Say hi pony orange. Say hi grandma.” She is
also obsessed with Carmex and chapstick and goes around asking where
her lips are.
She’s also been acting like a teenager lately. I tell her not to do
something, and she explains why I’m wrong, and considers her word to be
final. In her infinite 3 year old wisdom, she has spoken and put to
rest any mistaken notions Mommy might have had. I am having flashbacks
of when I was a teenager and I did the same thing to my mom. And I’m
swearing to myself that as far as it depends on me, I will disabuse her
of this notion before she turns 16! And feeling pretty guilty for all the times I’ve done it to my mom.
On a nicer note (ha, pun), Miriam can sing almost the whole Gloria Patri by heart. She does that
young child pitch thing where as soon as the note goes up more than a
few steps, she overreaches and sings about a third higher than she
needs to in falsetto.
Sometimes – ok, a lot of times – I wish my kids were perfect, and hit
every milestone well in advance of the rest of the population. But
overall I’m just glad for the imperfections that make them who they
‘Course, it would be nice to have a maid for all the messes along the way.