Maggie is absolutely hilarious, adorable, and delighful. But boy is she determined. We spent the weekend picking dandelions, playing in the wagon, drawing pictures of Maggie sucking on her binky while playing in the wagon (at her insistance), and watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. But the majority of our time was spent being kicked and screamed at by Maggie whenever we interfered with her agenda. What am I doing wrong? She won't get into the car, then she won't get out of it. She won't come to dinner, then she won't fold her arms for prayers. It's a fight to get her dressed, then I turn my back and she's naked again. I love her. But I'm going insane. And thinking about the fact that I have twins yet to pass through this stage...it makes me want to curl into the fetal position and never emerge. Ever.
P.S. Her latest tactic? At church she's taken to screaming "Maggie poop! Maggie poop!" as a way of getting carried out of the meeting. It's not true--so we can't even look at it as a bonus that she might be potty trained soon. We don't want to take her out and let her win, but we don't want to stick around while she's yelling that either. Lose/lose.