is driving me up a ******** wall. I love her to death, of course, but she's so ******** beyond spoiled at this point, it's ridiculous. She's starting to act like Bryana, and I'm going to beat that out of her if it's the last thing I do. She gets scolded and spanked for the same offenses every ******** day, and turns around and does it again. It's not like she doesn't know she's doing wrong, either. She'll flinch or run or quiver if she knows she's doing wrong, and she sees me, Mima, or Daddy coming after her. It's a ******** battle to get her to take a nap at a reasonable time, and an even bigger one to get her to go to bed at night.
-sigh- But you don't care; you only want the positives and for me to go on about how adorable she is. So here it is: She picks up words like it's nothing. The night before last night I told her to "hush" because she was being loud and mima was already in bed and she looked up at me- right in the eye- and repeated "hush" to me. t5oday, Shadow was laying on the couch and she ran up to play with him. She was flicking or pinching his nipples- yes, this is one of those rare occasions where Shadow was lounging topless- and when he shooed her away from that she clung to him and said "my Daddy" She's very open about her love of boobies, and will spare no one in pulling down their shirt to take a peak. She runs- walking is beyond her, unless she's drinking something or about to go down for a nap- everywhere she goes, she can help around the house {same night she did the "hush" thing I had her help me pick up the living room. My back was in too much pain; I couldn't bend at all without tears forming in my eyes, so I'd point to something and say "Let Mommy see" and she'd pick it up and hand it to me}, when she's thirsty she drags 2 liters into the living room and whimpers until someone gets her a drink. She's nearly potty trained. Whenever she goes into the bathroom with me, she sits on her own Princess seat. Now it's a matter of teaching her to pull the pull-ups up and down without help; and having her let me know when she feels like she's going to go potty. She still hates having her hair pulled up or back, but she's getting used to it. She loves new clothes. She has her own toy stroller that she uses both to push baby dolls around in and to sit in herself. She's completely off the bottle and has been for a while. It's sippy cups, straws and regular water bottles from this point on. I can't let her get into an actual cup just yet. She tends to throw things after she's done drinking out of them; meaning there's a spill to clean up every day- guess that's one of the benifits {for once} of tile floors. Everything else she does has already been mentioned in previous journals or forgotten. Now I say good day to you
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Why are you stil reading? I said good day.....
Seriously. Stop reading....move on with your life. Go on. Nothing interesting here.
If you've made it to this point, you officially have no life.
Sudoku Kitten · Wed Jul 08, 2009 @ 10:16pm · 0 Comments |