Pouting

Dear Emma-Jean,
     Love of my life,
        Delight of my heart,
                    
Mommy loves you so incredibly much, but I am beginning to lose what little patience I once possessed.  If this incessant whining over nothing doesn't come to an end soon,  I just don't know what I will do!

Throwing yourself on the floor over every silly little thing just isn't acceptable.  Think how silly it would look if mommy did this.... (hmm maybe I should try it)

Also, you get 1-2 morning snacks depending on when you go down for a nap (not 23 morning snacks).  And once and for all, you may NOT have cookies for breakfast, no matter how hard you cry or how loud you scream.  Can we please just move on from this?

I know that you are perfectly capable of asking for things using words and even small sentences.  The women who watch you at the church nursery said that you were "a very polite child" and a "delight".  Huh... 


This kid?  Really? maybe they just have really low standards... 

Although I have to admit, the above pictures do melt my heart a little.... and in all fairness when she is in a good mood, she has been super loving and snugly. 

I have a brand new understanding of this little poem:

"There was a little girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead;

And when she was good,

She was very, very good

But when she was bad she was horrid"

    ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Yup, that about sums it up....