I guess the Grinch was a Dr. Seuss character and he wasn't that happy until he had that cardiac thing, and I never thought the North- and South-going Zaxes ever resolved things that well, so maybe there is some precedent. In any case, we have no idea what's wrong, but I would like to summarize her state of mind thusly:
(ie anger with a hint of rage, some growling, a bit of anxiety, and a great sense of injustice)She is a Clingy McClingerston and has gone back to all mama all the time mode, thus inspiring my own mother to pen the classic, What's So Great About Mama? She has not been in such an anxious state since she became more verbal, which has come down on the side of Less rather than More helpful, since any additional communication we may get from her is more than balanced out by 1) words we don't yet understand, in particular this one unintelligible word she's been unhappily yelling for days, and 2) her anguished wails for Mama when Aaron takes her, even though she calms down quickly once he gets his mitts on her. He has had some success with winning her over through matching outfits.
We didn't start counting the minutes to bedtime until a little later in the day than when we were all sick, but getting from 5:30pm to bedtime at 7pm today took like three hours. Actually, bedtime has been sneaking earlier and earlier because none of us, including Dylan, can stand to have her be awake for even one more second at that time of day. I believe this led directly to a 5am wakeup yesterday, and that got ugly. I usually can plan on getting a few tasks done when she is awake, like washing some dishes or putting on pants, but that hasn't happened lately. Relatedly, you may want to call before stopping by our house.
I dunno, she's still cute, but this is pushing it. She has to learn sooner or later that she won't be able to get by on those elfin ears forever.
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