She is Something Else.

For the most part, this blog will be about my son, Noah, and how we, as a family are doing to help figure out what is going on with our sweet, little man.  
However, I have to dedicate an entry to my “superstar” daughter, Isabella. This is starting to happen more and more so I need to give my sweet girl her own post dedicated to her because I need to get this out. It just makes me laugh...mostly. 
Let me start off by saying, yes, she does has two parents who love doing community theater and entertain, but me personally, I tend to keep the drama on the stage and pretty much an introvert in all other areas of my life. Interesting how that works but I do love the stage. My husband, however, LOVES to talk. So does Isabella, so put two and two together and I get-she's a lot like her daddy! Jeremiah likes being the center of attention to make others laugh and it doesn't matter where he's at either. He'll get someone to laugh any where we happen to be, every time. So, I guess mix of her two parents and we get my firecracker daughter. 
Which brings me to today. Oh, I have other stories. Many. However, this is just a glimpse at how she attracts the attention to herself and to her advantage. Our morning started off with orientation at her new school. She starts next Tuesday. Of course, as usual, along with her dress, she HAD to have her earrings, necklace and rings on, or she wasn't “complete” as she says. During orientation, while the kids played, I think she talked to just about every kid in the room. When they got in a circle for the teacher to speak to them for a few minutes, Bella was constantly telling little (and completely irrelevant) stories while the teacher kept trying to finish. Then a parent comes to me at the end and says she's already nicknamed my daughter, Za Za (I assume as in Za Za Gabor). She said it was the earrings. All I could do was laugh. 
After we left the school, I headed to a thrift store with great prices on clothes and Bella needed a few more items since most of her clothes don't fit any longer. My soon-to-be, 4 year old, is already wearing a size 6! Since we are on a tight budget and this place has some cute stuff cheap, I stopped in and got a couple more things she can wear to school. As I'm checking out she picks up this big, stuffed, Shrek doll and wants it. It was only $2.00 but she has enough toys and she can't be in the mindset of-she gets something in every place she goes into. So, my answer was no. She then proceeds to say in the store, loud enough for all to hear, “But it's my birthday tomorrow.” [Insert sad face]. Seriously? Of course the ladies in the store were all giving their “Awww's”, and “She's so cute.” references and all I wanted to do was roll my eyes. I know better. After the sixth or seventh “No” because I lost count, she came out of the store with me, huffing and puffing. As I am putting everything back in the car (kiddos, stroller, get car on to start cooling) as it takes me a few minutes, the lady that was behind me in line, came out and gave her that Shrek doll and told her happy birthday. Yes, it was very nice. And yes, I'm stuck with another doll she'll rarely play with because she only wanted that doll in the moment. Shrek better be invited to the next tea party she has with her stuffed animals. I'm just sayin'... 
Next, I stopped into one more resale shop to take a peek at their prices and within minutes, the ladies of the shop were talking about her, “Oh, she's so precious!”, “She's got a voice you'd hear on one of those kid shows”, “You should get her on T.V.”, “She is just something else!” Yes...she is definitely something else!  
My daughter is becoming a local superstar just with her personality and while it's cute in the moment, I do not need her to become a full blown diva with 'tude. I would rather my Isabella continue to be a sweet, honest, caring, individual and I hope to continue giving her the true life lessons she needs but oh that Hurricane Isabella is a brewin'...God, I pray for my sanity in the next couple years. Please, let her stay a Cat 1. :) 
Jenna 
P.S. As I am getting ready to hit “Post” to this entry, I hear my daughter in the living room giving a concert and she needs everyone's attention! Shrek better be front row.