I think something along those lines is going through my daughter's mind!
Amor Chiquito is standing in front of the television, watching cartoons, eating cookies.
When did I become that mom, the mom letting her kid have cookies for lunch and letting her run the house for a brief period of time?
She has a super wet diaper, but refuses to let me change it.
Her once upon a time warm pasta is waiting for her at the dining table. But she won't come eat it.
No, no, no... That is the answer to anything I say to her.
Welcome to the terrible two's! We are celebrating her birthday in style, with a reality check! This is what it is like, what everyone talks about! We are in for it!
Long night. My father is in the hospital with something cardiac-related. Add the multiple calls from the hospital, calls from relatives and friends asking questions, and the times Ari woke up last night... I was up more than six times. I am tired. I don't feel like fighting her. But I feel like a crappy mom. Time to get off my butt and put Love and Logic to work.
Happy birthday, my baby girl! The day will get better, I promise.