For any of you who still check my blog, you can tell I've gotten a bit lazy with it lately. Too many problems trying to post pictures discouraged me and I took a sabbatical. I'm slowly getting back into it, but I'm easing my way in with stories. So for those of you who are willing to read, here you go.
This story tells you a little about our Amelie dearest...
She likes to accompany me while I get ready in the morning and put on my makeup. She plays with it and pretends she's doing it too. Well, she broke my powder compact, so I took it away from her and told her she couldn't play with it anymore. She insisted upon having it and climbed up on the toilet so she could reach it off the counter, where I had strategically set it out of her reach. I warned her that if she touched it, she would have to go sit on her bed in time out. As if she didn't hear a word I said, she continued her climb up to the counter and then reached out and slowly but ever so carefully touched the item my compact was sitting on. Then without turning her head, she stared at me out of the corner of her eyes, waiting to see what would happen. I didn't flinch. Afterall, I said if she touched "the compact" she would go to timeout, not the thing it was on. Then she had a better idea. "Mama, I gotta wash hands." "ok" I said. So she rinsed them in water, and then proceeded to get some soap...BUT...on the way up to the soap she deliberately brushed her hand ever so lightly across my compact, and quickly squirted soap in those tiny little hands. End of story.
Chase wanted to wrestle/fight today, so this is what he said. "Hey mom, how 'bout you be the Phantom, and Amelie will be Christine, and we'll fight." "But who are you going to be?" I asked, to which he replied, "I'm Raoul". Do any of you know a 3 year old who pretends to be Raoul from Phantom of the Opera in order to fight? And then while we were pretend fighting he said, "You can't have her. She's mine!" Hahahahahaha!
This story tells you a little about our Amelie dearest...
She likes to accompany me while I get ready in the morning and put on my makeup. She plays with it and pretends she's doing it too. Well, she broke my powder compact, so I took it away from her and told her she couldn't play with it anymore. She insisted upon having it and climbed up on the toilet so she could reach it off the counter, where I had strategically set it out of her reach. I warned her that if she touched it, she would have to go sit on her bed in time out. As if she didn't hear a word I said, she continued her climb up to the counter and then reached out and slowly but ever so carefully touched the item my compact was sitting on. Then without turning her head, she stared at me out of the corner of her eyes, waiting to see what would happen. I didn't flinch. Afterall, I said if she touched "the compact" she would go to timeout, not the thing it was on. Then she had a better idea. "Mama, I gotta wash hands." "ok" I said. So she rinsed them in water, and then proceeded to get some soap...BUT...on the way up to the soap she deliberately brushed her hand ever so lightly across my compact, and quickly squirted soap in those tiny little hands. End of story.
Chase wanted to wrestle/fight today, so this is what he said. "Hey mom, how 'bout you be the Phantom, and Amelie will be Christine, and we'll fight." "But who are you going to be?" I asked, to which he replied, "I'm Raoul". Do any of you know a 3 year old who pretends to be Raoul from Phantom of the Opera in order to fight? And then while we were pretend fighting he said, "You can't have her. She's mine!" Hahahahahaha!
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And Chase is such a goof.....hmmmm I wonder who he could have gotten it from ;)
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