42 Weeks

So remember when I posted about that one performance within a Glee episode that could bring Chica down from even the most nuclear of her fits???

Well...I'm happy to report that, three of four months later, that bad boy still does the trick.

And I'm also unhappy to report that we watched it on a loop for about 30 or 40 minutes this evening. Check it out:

Poor, poor meltdown-ridden child. Life is just so tough.

You can see that she really wanted to smile a few seconds in (and lots of times, she does--even if she's been wailing only moments prior). Alas...she just couldn't bust out that grin tonight.

Instead of remembering her in her darkest hour on this 42nd week of her life. Please remember her as she was this morning--happy and playful with her chalk: