So I never realized many of the things I said on a rather regular basis, until I had Bella. Then I realized I had; road rage, a vocabulary that could make a sailor proud and lots of other rather quirky phrases. However, my conversation with her the other night was too much.
For the last week, she has been rather defiant about going to bed when her father or I would tell her it is time to go. And at the ripe age of four she is rather clever in her smoke screens to avoid going to sleep, but the other night was just too much.
She tried every trick in the book and when she realized that we were not falling for any of them, she was upset and proceeded to scream and cry. So I pulled out the old “Super Nanny” methods and came down on her level to explain that her behavior was not acceptable and that she would be going to bed, yada yada yada. To which she replied “I don’t want to hear it”, “I’m sorry” I said, “but sometimes we don’t always get what we want”. “Yes I do, I do get what I want and if you aren’t going to tell me that I can stay up and have something to eat, then I don’t want to hear it”.
How do you not fall on the floor and laugh????? Talk about a taste of my own medicine vocabulary.
Needless to say she went to bed shortly there after and didn’t get anything to eat.
God I love that child, even if she does make me want to laugh and pull my hair out at the same time.

Huston I think I am in trouble, my dauther poses on her own. 