A Little OCD?

Saying that I have a Type A personality is like saying the Pope wears a funny hat. But more often than not, I'm seeing this trait in my four year old. Peyton loves to organize, follow rules, and be on schedule. Anything that diverts from what she's been told is a total calamity, and is usually met with screeches and fits.

For example, my mother typically gives Peyton two crackers for the car ride home after Pasta Tuesday or Sunday dinner (because Heaven forbid the child go more than 15 minutes without something to snack on). Last Sunday, my mom told her she would get her crackers, but then for whatever reason, my mom went back inside the garage as I put Peyton in her carseat. Peyton let out a blood curdling scream and as the tears flowed down her cheeks she shouted, "BUT I DIDN'T GET MY CRACKERS AND GRANDMA ALREADY WENT INSIDE!!" I really don't think it was so much about the crackers - she barely eats them anyway. It was more about the fact that she is so used to getting them - it's a ritual.

The other day, as I was preparing for Frozen movie night, Peyton asked if she could help "arrange things." I told her to take the boxes of candy and stack them up so I could bring them outside. I left the room for a bit, and came back to find this:

Organizing the shit out of the concessions.

Proud of her work!

Peyton stacked everything in appropriate piles, including the bead necklaces and cups. She was counting out the Smarties and carefully placing them in the bowl. She even had a trash pile. That's my girl!