Trying to come up with just one subject to blog about is kind of a task. My mind has so many things I think you would enjoy reading and so so many things I want to write about but I want to do each subject justice and not just write a half-assed story that doesn't really tell the tale. So today I am just going to talk about my outing with Dorothy.
Dorothy is a very intelligent 2 1/2 year old with no mouth sensor.(I know that's every 2 yr old, right?) Today she was in rare form.
First she started her day by informing all of us that she had a "rough night" and we needed to "keep it down" At this point, I was just waking up and Grandpa was out in the sun room by himself drinking coffee. Really? I know she is definitely not a morning person but Wow.
Later we are in Marshals looking for dress shirts for Jim to wear to work when she informs me that "those shirts won't look good on you, Mama" "they are not your color". I said, "Baby they are not for me the are for daddy." To which she rolls her eyes and replies, "Its a good thing."
Next in yet another store she tells me "You are getting on my nerves!" and after a scolded her for it she told me, "If you don't behave, Me gonna make you wait outside!"......Yeah she wasn't winning a whole lot of points today. And we did end up outside but it didn't go the way she thought it would.
We ended up a Target where upon entering we spotted our favorite thing....coloring books for a dollar. So I let her pick out a couple that she wanted and told her if she was good in the store she could have them. There were four......to begin with.
As I went from aisle to aisle doing my shopping she kept dropping these books one by one on the floor and finally I realized she is testing me. Here I was playing fetch with a 2 yr old. So I told her "That's it" The next one you throw on the floor stays there. Not 2 seconds later went the first one and much to her shock and dismay I kept walking. A little while later here goes the next. Her little eyes about popped out of her head when I just kept walking. The third one was the charm. She through that sucker and I kept walking her little eyes welled up and she said "Mama, me sorry" "Me not throw anymore books" The rest of the way through the store she clutch that last book to her chest and was a perfect little angel.
I guess over the years I have mellowed because the same behavior by one of the older kids years ago would have had me in tears and running for the car desperate to get home.
I have grown up with my kids. I am very proud to say that they have taught me well to pick my battles and to save my energy for a fight that is worth fighting. She showed me today that she is testing the limits of my patience and I taught her the art of negotiation.
By the way we left with 2 books.
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