How does a precious little one with the sweetest little voice so quickly become a total she-devil? From cuddles on the couch to stern admonishments (to me!) that she will NOT get dressed, and she will NOT make her bed. Then of course, she does get dressed, and she does make her bed, but not before a lot of gnashing of teeth, foot stomping, and a little time out to think about how we handle our anger and how we talk to Mommy. It is another rainy day, so please wish us luck as we are stuck inside. We are fixin' to go downstairs and play Ava's favorite, Bob Evans, and as the toaster oven bought the farm last night we will have pancakes.
Dick will be here in the midwest on Thursday, and will be here in the Fort at the beginning of next week. He declined to stay with us, and with 2 kids under the age of 5 I could not insist. The week after that the Bohrs will arrive. Then we will have the minivan conundrum. More on that later...
I have to go and take some orders. I just hope the kids tip well.
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