Well, it's happened. Against our wishes, Willa went and became an illogical toddler.
Last night we were having a pretzel snack. When I handed her one from the bag she looked at it and yelled "NO." She has never yelled "no" at me before. Greta and Arlo, hot on her heels, after her cheese? They get a stream of "NOs" followed by a hug with the cheese dangling in their face and a giggle. My "NO" was in direct response to the pretzel - the last one in the bag - being broken.
I've heard about this, but thought they were the child rearing equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle - just a little caution mythology, a little hyperbole about "those crazy kids."
Turns out those kids really are crazy.
My work review was 3 hours today. I am exhausted, but pleased. I am a good little worker bee, and have the paper to prove it.
3 comments:
Oh my stars. Thinking about a three hour review makes me exhausted just thinking about it.
Err...ahem. The previous sentence has been brought to you by the Department of Redundancy Department.
the mirror never lies !!!!!
Congratulations on all your hard work and dedication to the people you service.
Oh my. Right in there with you, although we are heading right into the Trying Threes. I've had people tell me three is worse than two, because they are smarter and more verbal. And damn if they were not right.
The upside? They get cuter as they get more difficult. At least now. When they are teens they get weirder looking. When she is not trying my patience to its utmost, Maggie's a pretty awesome little person and really fun to have around. The "must leave the room so we can crack up at what she just said" moments are increasing.
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