Yes, Miss Maggie is growing. She is becoming a kid in front of our very eyes. Complete with back-talking, excuses about nightmare, and quoting Daddy back about her farts by saying, "Dropping bombs!"
She is excitable, quirky, crazy even. She has imaginary friends, and they are usually TV-based characters which shows the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She pushes her brother over when he annoys her and shows no remorse for it. Yet she coddles him and calls him her 'Benny Boy', and rushes to be the first one in his room when he is waking from a nap. 'Benny Boy, I'm coming!" she cries, rushing up the stairs.
She has some developmental issues as well. Smart as a whip, she knows her ABC's, her numbers and is starting to recognize and learn them and I can sense the early stages of reading... but she drools like a mad dog for a bone. She has been doing so for a long time now and I mentioned to her pediatrician and he wasn't worried because her language is great. But it keeps nagging at me, and creating puddles on clothing and in awkward situations, so I googled and found out about lots of animals that have drooling issues (who knew?) and that some kids have excessive drool that is related to disproportion between the tongue and lower jaw. This can lead to a speech impediment and since Maggie sounds a little like a Swedish girl on vacation, I think it is best we explore this route. So, I am on to some speech therapists to check it out.
But besides all the tantrums, the older sister domination, and the constantly wet chin, she remains a sweet, bright, and damn funny little thing...and gosh darn it, we love her.
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