Forget the terrible twos. We are smack dab in the middle of the feisty fifteen months.
Feisty is putting it mildly.
She knows what she wants, and if she doesn't get it, WHOA NELLY!
She throws her arms up. She slinks her body limp. She screams. She SCREAMS! She kicks. Did I mention, she screams.
What is a Mommy to do?
If we are at home, I walk away. Dr. Knox told me to.
If we are in public, I just pick her up and go on about my business.
Forget the strangers that are staring.
Forget the strangers that think I need to get a hold of my child.
Forget the strangers that think I am a terrible mother.
My name is Mira, and my child is a feisty fifteen month old.
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I feel the need to mention that I am crazy in love with my daughter.
She can be a pistol, but for the most part, she is a funny, silly, snuggle bug who is the center of my world.
She makes me happier than I ever thought possible.
riding in the basket while her doll drives her around
playing with play dough
early signs of dress up (She took off her pants and wanted her red shoes on with a pink shirt.)
1 comments:
Just wait to the twos. :) Although I say that, and I've been told....just wait to the threes and just wait to the teenage years. Whew-we have some exciting years ahead of us!! All we can do is sit back and enjoy every minute of it. It goes by too fast!!
Rebecca is very sweet & cute!!!
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