Suzanne is a hellion. And not in a good way -- if there is a good way. She is a monster of frustration. It angers her to no end that she is not as capable as her sister. Thus, she bites, hits, pulls the hair of, and pencil-stabs her poor sister. Whom she clearly loves. Barb and I can't wait for this "stage" of her "development" to be over.
On the flip side, Suzanne is now regularly going potty in the potty. She is talking in full sentences. (The better to command you with: e.g., "Daddy open door. Daddy do it." Daddy goes to open the door. Suzanne's brow bends down in the fiercest scowl ever known. "No! Suzanne do it! Suzanne open door." OK. Daddy backs away, hands up, palms forward. Suzanne tries door and fails to open it. Scowls at Daddy. "Daddy do it!" Daddy reaches hand toward door knob. "No! Suzanne do it!" Et cetera.)
She's spirited. And supercute. And a pain in the ole patootie. (Example: out of nowhere this evening at Grandma's she bit Elizabeth on the back hard enough to leave red welts. For no offense of Elizabeth's [ Barb and I were observing closely]. And this after Elizabeth got a nice burn from the goddamn exhaust pipe of the Volvo. A burn that must have hurt like the dickens, but that she never complained about. Not once.)
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