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Yesterday Lydia swallowed a stone and then tried to poop it right back out. She made a picture of my bones on her magnadoodle, and drew boobies first. Haha! And after the 50 millionth tantrum I informed her that from now on, tantrums will mean automatic time outs. She can either cry and throw a fit in her room or she can stay out in the livingroom and play nicely. So far its play nicely. She has a stye and hates me using the washcloth on it. Acts like I am trying to kill her *sigh*.
This morning while I was cleaning she was pretending to be a "Barbie Princess". If she is something, then I am the mommy version of that something while she is playing. So when I pulled out the vacuum she tells me indignantly "But Barbies dont vacuum!" so I laughed and told her someone had to clean Barbies Dream House and since they havent come up with a maid version yet, I'm it. She seemed content with this explaination and then went and grabbed her play mop and helped me clean.
Better days, better days, they must be ahead.
This morning while I was cleaning she was pretending to be a "Barbie Princess". If she is something, then I am the mommy version of that something while she is playing. So when I pulled out the vacuum she tells me indignantly "But Barbies dont vacuum!" so I laughed and told her someone had to clean Barbies Dream House and since they havent come up with a maid version yet, I'm it. She seemed content with this explaination and then went and grabbed her play mop and helped me clean.
Better days, better days, they must be ahead.