Roller Coaster

When I was younger a roller coaster was just that, a fun amusement park ride that I looked forward to, at all times. All the way up until I became a mom, this served as my simplistic definition. Aviana is of the sassy/sweet variety, and always has been. It was when she began talking though, that I realized the abrupt jerk in my definition of the word roller coaster. It was then that I felt all these strange ups and downs, hairpin side to sides, and frankly just all over bumps in the track. This occurred everyday, and was quite odd for such a former, stable, run of the mill, person like myself.

Allow me to paint you a picture of what I'm talking about. Once Aviana began forming words, she started having these things called, opinions. I'd like to say she had more "opinions" than the normal child. If I say, black. She says, white. If I say, white. She says, purple. If I say, Target. She says, Costco. If I say, Mall. She says, Store. If I say, pasta. She says, no pasta mommy...cottage cheese. If I say, ok...cottage cheese. She says, no cottage cheese....yogurt peach, please!

I think I have made my point here, maybe even beaten a dead horse (I never liked that saying, but I don't know how else to put it). I found this game cute at times, and extremely frustrating at others. All I can say is...I'd welcome that game any day of the week, and at this point, have the biggest smile on my face throughout.

I once again have a completely different definition of the word roller coaster.

Roller coaster = the most awful ride of my entire life.

I've had enough thank you....can I please, please, please, get the hell off?!?