Jul 14, 2005 19:06
You give that girl an inch she'll take a mile.
So, she gets up out of the recliner. She is doing great. I told her since she sat so well in the recliner, I will go ahead and let her go outside later when I grill. Mistake. I shouldn't have EVER waverd. Tony was going to come home early, and I was going to wait till he got home.
So, then she starts in on me... "When are we going" etc. I told her, when daddy gets home. So, right when I was about to go ahead and get started she stomps into my room and says "What? Am I NEVER going to get to go outside.. COME ON!!" and so back on the recliner she went. Then she threw J's sippy cup across the room. So, then she had to stand in the corner and she most definitly can not go outside.
She's just so damn sassy. I mean the way she talks to me is down right dripping with sass sauce.
I'm going to chuck her out the window or lock her in her room or something if she doesnt get over herself quick.
Then of course, I go into this whole dissecting everything and I think how I';m failing her, and how maybe I am not giving them enough attention or something.