Lest You Think She's An Angel
Ahhh, my little Samantha Ruth. My little sweetie. My little cherub. My little rosy-cheeked babe. And lately? My little tornado. Did I happen to mention lately...she's two. Yes. She is fully, 100%, totally, completely...TWO.
This was what I found on the kitchen floor the other day. Sammy wanted a snack. It was almost time for lunch, so I said no. When I walked into the kitchen, I realized that she had unleashed her fury on everything she could reach on my kitchen counters (except the shoe - that was on the ground already).
Then, when I informed her that she would have to pick it up...her response? A very sweet, very calm, very determined..."Nope".
Dang her for being so cute! I can't help but smile at her even when she's being a complete turd! But I was able to get over her cuteness for long enough to make sure that she picked the stuff up.
And...do I dare admit this?...I'm actually enjoying her rebellion just a little bit. Not a lot. I said a little.
She's just so smart and beautiful...and now she's spunky and bold too. I love it. I love to see her begin to know her own mind, and to try and stick up for her little diaper-bum self.
Would someone do me the favor and NOT refer me to this post when she's 16?
I think you like it because it reminds you of how spunky you are =)
You're going to have a headstrong young woman on your hands. Batten down the hatches!
She's such a cutie. Reminds me of my Jake.
Oh my word don't I know all too well! My little fireball will be 3 in June and let me warn you...
Batten down the hatches for RRReal! It only gets harder.
It's great, but I have to admit, it "ain't easy."
God bless!
I hear you.. an angle one minute and then all heck breaks loose...good luck..