Wednesday's Child is Full of Woe

The following nursery rhyme makes me laugh every time I read it to Jane from her Mother Goose book {which is fairly often}.  I was already planning on posting about Sophie today (Ethan and Grace have already had a spotlight so far this week) and as I read the poem for the umpteenth time this morning, the description struck me as too ironic not to comment upon seeing as to how Sophie was in fact born on a Wednesday:

Monday's child is fair of face,

Tuesday's child is full of grace,

Wednesday's child is full of woe,

Thursday's child has far to go,

Friday's child is loving and giving,

Saturday's child works hard for his living,

But the child who is born on the Sabbath day

Is bonny and blithe and good and gay. 

Full of woe indeed.  Especially this afternoon when I told her to get her chores done.  What followed then was about an hour long meltdown which was only exacerbated when I whipped out the camera and tried to document its progress.  She was NOT happy about that at all.  In fact, she expressly forbid me from putting these pictures up on the "internet."  Hahahaha.  Part of me feels a little guilty for going against her wishes.  But clearly only a very small part of me.

Every time I tried to capture her facial expression she turned in fury and buried her face in whatever was closest.

"Stop!!!!!" she screamed, "You're making me feel embarrassed!!!"

The good news is that Sophie is equal parts woe and wonder.  Because when she's in a happy mood, she is pretty much the most joyfully exuberant and wonderful child you will ever meet.  Fortunately for my frazzled nerves, all the chores managed to finally get done this evening and after dinner Sophie even pranced over to me, gave me a hug and a kiss, and proclaimed that I was the best mom in the whole entire world.  "Thank you," I replied {rather pointedly at the other 2 big kids}, "I'm so glad you realize that and appreciate it."  "That's because you had me onto this earth," was her explanation to which I  murmured "mmmhmmm" distractedly while wrestling a squirming Alex into his jammies.  Her next line had me laughing out loud, though, as she continued on to say, "and that's good because I wouldn't want to be born into outer space."  Hahahahaha.  That kid kills me.  Apparently I'm not the only one who feels that way.  When I went visiting teaching the other day, my friend said that during Primary when Sophie was up at the front, one of her little sunbeams leaned over and whispered, "Sophie is the funniest girl I know!"  Or something along those lines.  My memory is pretty faulty these days.  But not so faulty that I wasn't able to store THIS comment away from last week:

Me: {unsuccessfully trying to get water out of my ears from swimming earlier in the day.}
Sophie {after watching for a couple of minutes}: You could use a turkey baster.

What what say what???  Hahahaha.  Where does she come up with this stuff??  Everything is made all the funnier by her pronunciations.  Speech may have perfected her "F" sounds, but it didn't even attempt to tackle the "R's."

Despite her earlier resistance to cleaning today, she finished the night off strong by doing some cleaning in her room at bedtime.  When she came downstairs around 9:30 begging me to come and see her hard work I figured I better oblige.  It's a good thing I wasn't expecting much, because her idea of clean and my idea of clean do not exactly coincide.  Hahahaha.  She essentially made her bed and cleared off SOME of the junk that has been littering it up for the last few weeks.  The rest of the room, however, continues to remain one big mess away from a Hoarders episode.

But at least she's really cute.  Hahahaha.