She took it hard. She immediately freaked out and started shrieking (hmmm...wonder where she learned that?). Once I took the play-doh away, it was over: screaming, flailing, making quite a scene. Unfortunately for her, her older sister has toughened us up and the only thing Chris and I could do was look at each other and giggle. One-year-old tantrumers are SO nothing compared to four-year-old tantrumers.
It will be interesting to see if this as an isolated incident, or the start of a new phase.
As for the weekend...
Saturday
*We spent the morning decorating the tree.
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*While Callie went to dance class, Maya was ADORABLE.
IMG 1720 from Baby Goose on Vimeo.
*Callie's attitude continued, though she had a couple of funny QOTDs.
Callie: (looking at the Swedish ornament) This is a weird ornament!
Me: It's Swedish!
Callie: It is made of sweets!? I don't want to eat it!
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Callie: (MAJOR ATTITUDE)
Me: (texting Chris about major attitude)
Callie: You're not texting Santa, are you?
Me: No, but thanks for the idea (continue texting)
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Callie: I am NOT singing in the Christmas program at preschool. Shouldn't grown-ups be the ones to do a program for kids? They are bigger than kids are.
Me: But grown-ups love to watch little kids sing. They think it is so cute.
Callie: NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO WATCH ME AT THE PROGRAM EXCEPT MAYA.
Sunday
*Maya continued her ridiculously cute behavior on Sunday morning. This girl has been fawned over all weekend by strangers- at the Christmas party, at Lund's, etc.
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| Picture on the left: her face once she realized Daddy and Sissy were home. Picture on the top right: found on my phone- must have been a toddler selfie. Picture on the bottom right: Cowgirl Maya. |
*Callie, Boom, Auntie Cat and I went to see a short production of "The Nutcracker," featuring Callie's (and my former) dance teacher, Connie.
*We got our wreath put on the door, but that is about all the outdoor decorations our house will get. Besides seeing our tree through the window, I guess.
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| And then there was wrestle time on Daddy. |
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| Rappelling down the wall......stealing from the candy jar.......relaxing in Daddy's boots......sitting with the Mommy Juice |
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| Playing Gigi's piano.....pointing out favorite princesses.......hanging on the lamp |








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