Jan 25, 2012
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Awesomeness
Jan 18, 2012
The BIG Day
Tomorrow is a big day! T turns 4! I was thinking back to last year and remembered exactly what we did on her birthday....
Jim had class so he wasn't able to experience this lovely adventure. T wanted to go to Chick-fil-a so off we went. I told her if things went well at dinner that we could stop at Gigi's on the way home and get a cupcake. We get inside, order, and get to the table with our food. T got nuggets (as she usually does) and I got the #1. She wanted some of my sandwich and, being the loving mother I am, I get my knife and place it to my sandwich to cut her a piece. That's when it happened: the tight fists, the red face, the flailing legs, the shoes flying off and, my favorite part, the bloodcurdling scream. I could not believe it...well, actually I could. I gave her the mean mommy look...no response. I squeezed her arm..."Ouch mommy, you're hurting me!" I began packing up our stuff and said we were leaving. I stopped. I began unpacking our stuff saying, no we're not leaving. This newly turned 3-year old was not going to win this! I sat there eating my sandwich glaring at my precious angel. I put the last bite of my sandwich in my mouth and that's when she said, "Can I have some of your sandwich?" Ha! Yeah, right! We finished at Chick-fil-a and went straight home. We walked in the door and she said, "Mommy, aren't we going to Gigi's?" Arrggghhhh! Let's hope for better things this year!!
Jim had class so he wasn't able to experience this lovely adventure. T wanted to go to Chick-fil-a so off we went. I told her if things went well at dinner that we could stop at Gigi's on the way home and get a cupcake. We get inside, order, and get to the table with our food. T got nuggets (as she usually does) and I got the #1. She wanted some of my sandwich and, being the loving mother I am, I get my knife and place it to my sandwich to cut her a piece. That's when it happened: the tight fists, the red face, the flailing legs, the shoes flying off and, my favorite part, the bloodcurdling scream. I could not believe it...well, actually I could. I gave her the mean mommy look...no response. I squeezed her arm..."Ouch mommy, you're hurting me!" I began packing up our stuff and said we were leaving. I stopped. I began unpacking our stuff saying, no we're not leaving. This newly turned 3-year old was not going to win this! I sat there eating my sandwich glaring at my precious angel. I put the last bite of my sandwich in my mouth and that's when she said, "Can I have some of your sandwich?" Ha! Yeah, right! We finished at Chick-fil-a and went straight home. We walked in the door and she said, "Mommy, aren't we going to Gigi's?" Arrggghhhh! Let's hope for better things this year!!
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