One picture says it all.

I had to laugh when I saw this picture. (I had no idea Michael took this until I loaded the pictures.) It sums up the last week and a half or so. This is me picking Mackenzie up at the pool today. She's been laying on the floor crying, getting mad either when she doesn't get her way or for no reason at all (see above), fussing, unhappy, moody, clinging, screaming "no" (although I'm starting to think she might just be saying it because she likes it, maybe it's her new favorite word) over and over. Distract her, feed her, give her a nap and she'll be back to normal for a bit. Then, sometimes for no apparent reason, it'll start again. And during the night? Ugh. It's nuts. It's annoying. I wish I could fix it. I wish she could talk more to tell me what's wrong. I wish I could make my sweet baby girl happy. I'm going to start adjusting nap time. Giving her more snacks throughout the day and see if it helps.

At the pool today, I spent most of the time chasing her around. She would get out of the pool and run toward the deep end because she wanted "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" who was down there with Emma and Bree. I was scared to death she was going to jump in without anyone to catch her. I took her out of the pool into time out multiple times. She just wouldn't listen. She'd fight me. Deliberately disobey. If she wasn't mine, it would've been funny. Okay, so it was still funny hen she'd get out of the pool, look at me with that sneaky look, then run away. It was like she was saying "Come on Mommy! I dare you! Come catch me!"

I'm hoping she's teething. Or having some weird growth spurt that's causing this and it's just temporary. Please don't let this be a sign of the terrible twos that will be coming November 1st!