Georgia and June, I write these sweet words about you (see: recent posts), and then what do you do? You, Georgia, wake up and cry, cry, cry because I put the spoon that you were going to use for "shucking" the canteloupe (all work involving food is now called shucking for some reason) into the cottage cheese by accident. God forbid. You, June, pitch a fit and throw yourself in it about...oh, I don't know...EVERYTHING. I am terribly sorry that your father insisted on showering and could not hold you for those 5 minutes, and that I was repulsive to you as an alternative at the time. I can see you're going to show your older sister (who only has ever known how to cry, cry, cry) how to throw a real temper tantrum. Hello, terrible two's. You're early. Time for me to get out that "Happiest Toddler" book and review it I guess, because nothing's making a dent with you, June. Oh, and Georgia, I tried all the techniques from every book with you this morning, and nothing worked, so may I just remind you: WE HAVE OTHER SPOONS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
P.S. New house rule: no plastic dress up "click clacks" (aka, high heels) before 8 a.m.
A Little Chef's Card Victory
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Is it Thursday already?
Oooof, makes me want to shuck something!
If only our upstairs neighbors in Chicago had a similar house rule . . .
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