Fina is going through something...being 2?  teething?  worries about the economy?  Whatever it is she is not her usual self of happy, bubbly, full of armor girl.  She has spent much of the past week or so lying on the floor in frustration over Pretty Ponies, cookies that are the wrong shape, colors that are green-not blue, storybook words that say 'wagon' not cart, pictures of small doors that are unnerving because no one could possibly fit through them, and diapers that absolutely positively do not need changed.  It's tough being the youngest, but she quite often hangs in there climbing up the tallest bouncy house ladder on her own to go down the tallest bouncy house slide you have ever seen.  Crying yesterday because I would not take her down again the twirly, TOO tall water slide at the pool that scares the holy heck out of me.  SHE would have gone on forever.  This is the thing about Fina, when she finds something she loves she does it over and over.  Painting, drawing, anything texture-y is her thing.  Love that she is surrounded by people who can comfort her (including her big sis) as she goes through this 2-ish thing of hers.