What's with the 'tude?

Oh how I would love to say I have the sweetest most perfect daughter on earth. If I ever say that, please know that I am lying. Lets start at the beginning shall we? Nine months (and two weeks) prior to January 18, 2005 I became pregnant. Oh what a joyous occasion to find out I was having a baby! A month or two later while I was throwing up in the toilet or parking lot or nearby bush, I began to wonder if babies were all that wonderful after all. A few more months pass and though the puking has subsided, I now have acne and have gained 65 yes SIXTY FIVE pounds by the end of nine months. But that wasn't it...oh no...Lucy didn't come until TWO WEEKS later. But when I went into the hospital and had her twenty four hours later by C-section all the pain and discomfort was forgotten. I fell instantly in love with this perfect child! As she grew throughout the next three years I became more and more attached - if that is possible - savoring each milestone. Poopie diapers were perfectly acceptable dinner conversation, throwing food was adorable, pulling everything out of my wallet was hysterical and coloring on the walls was just "one of those things". Terrible twos were never an issue and threes were just as easy.....then we get to four and I SWEAR we skipped from three to sixteen. What happened to hugs and snuggles and random kisses and hold me mommys? I don't understand where my baby went. Now I just get attitude. I hear things like, "If I can't have a cookie then I won't be your daughter" , "If you make me wear that I will NOT go to school", and "this is ridiculous," yes she says ridiculous, "I'm calling Nana". I HOPE beyond hope that this is just a phase. She only seems to do this at home, with me. When we are in public she is 99% of the time very very well behaved! Just wondering if I'm the only mother out there with a sixteen year old in a four year old's body or have a really been through some crazy time warp?