She WILL be the death of me. The daily, bloddy battles to even comb her hair, much less put a torture device such as a rubber band, or HEAVEN FORBID a BOW in her hair. The FIGHTS over putting clothes on, much LESS matching clothes, or weather appropriate clothing. And do not even get me STARTED on the shoes. OH the shoes. Then, how DARE I offer food, sustenance. IF she wants it, she will let me know when she's darn good and ready. And lately, she HATES everything. I mean everything and everyone. Her regular daily vocabulary is "I HATE that." I HATE shoes, I HATE breakfast, I HATE Max, I HATE you. Whatever. I've tried taking things from her, I've tried taking money from her piggy bank for every time she says hate, I've tried ignoring it, or calmly talking to her, loving her through it, and even guilting her. But, BOTHER....nothing is working. She could care less. She continues to just HATE!
However, sometimes, the shoe battles provide me with giggle fits. Like the other day when she came out of her room, ready for school in this.
You guys, you can NOT even teach this kind of "style". You can't BUY it.
And Jenee, just a note....that "barbie" toy has not left her hand since we left your house the other night.
Well ok, except for when I had to take it from her for snotty behaviour.
What is not to love about those squatty legs in boots, and that chunky bum running from me.
I won't lie...these boots just make me happy. They crack me up, and I think they're cute. I didn't even ATTEMPT to change her shoes. Even if she did look like a hot mess, it was adorable to me. The shorts, the boots.
And man oh man is her smile fabulous here. Don't be decieved, she's totally a wolf in sheeps clothing here, but it's easy to get pulled in.
Julie is a massage therapist, and occasionally she needs to "practice" on us. (that sucks, hahahaha)
So the other night she pulled out her table and was practicing a specific move. Maggie was in her "fight sleep to the death"mode and kept coming out. I couldn't really get up and beat her into submission. So, eventually she just ended up on the couch and TOTALLY scored herself a full on facial from Sabe the Babe. Well first, she got a scalp massage, and THEN a facial massage.
Somehow I think we'll regret pampering this three year old. She's gonna expect spa treatments that we can't provide. hahahaha
Mostly Julie was dying over Maggies hands holding her jammies.
I think Maggies eyes rolled into the back of her head, relaxed state was cuter.
Would you believe she wasn's satisfied and wanted MORE?
I was able to eventually carry her off to bed, tie her down, lock the door and get her to sleep. SHEESH! My kids have become insane and think that regularly playing and screaming in their room (inbetween bouts of coming out and telling on eachother) until 11:00 at night is OK.
Newsflash: NOT OK!
I'm ready for this little phase to pass.
Sass and frass,