*sigh* Ah, yes, the candy issue.
Their father brought over a whole bag of Hershey's Kisses in the Christmas colored wrappers. So for a week, all I heard were demands for chocolate. DD learned to be cute about it... She'd sneak up and ask me, real sweet and quiet-like, "I have just one
Kiss-key's chockwit, just one... not three, not five, just one. K?" Then smile soooo adorably.
Just melted me every time. Til she learned to do it six times a day.
But, the Kiss-keys are gone now, so there was a meltdown last night. And yesterday afternoon, when I refused to give her another cup of milk (too much gives her diarrhea) and offered her a nice, yummy cup of cold water, so good for her tummy... and she proceeded to try and scream down the walls for the next half-hour. I had to put her down for a nap. I mean that.. I had
to. Otherwise *I* would have screamed down the walls.
And last night in the middle of the night, after she tried to knock me in the head with an empty sippy-cup, because I would not (at 3 a.m.) get up and give her a (third) cup of juice... she screamed and kicked and twisted around, till I had to get the baby and go to the couch... which induced another screaming fit because she thought I was leaving...
Yeah.. we are tired today.
Right now, she's being cute as a button. Drawing a card for Santa Claus, to hang up for him when he comes to leave her presents.
Earlier, when I winced because something I did hurt my finger, she ran over and wrapped her arms around my leg. "S'Okay, Mama, I got you," she said. "There's noooo dinosaurs... there's noooo monsters... there's noooo ants... there's noooo excavators... I got you, okay??" That just totally turns me into a puddle.
These lil' ones... they make life worth living.