Not So Sweet

Okay. I should be going to bed. I WANT to go to bed. But it just isn't sitting well with me. . . the day I had yesterday after all the nice things I wrote about my children the day before. And, it's also pretty funny (I think I think that as I look back already.)

What a day! When Braden got home I sadly told him the litany of the day:
1. Doo-doos (Liv's word) on my shoe. (On my shoe?! SO yuck.)
2. Doo- doos in the underwear (this was a distinct, and separate incident.)
3. About 3 or 4 pairs of wet underwear (and not from the snow.)
4. Finding Livia sitting in the middle of the dining room table while the boys are having a snack. She's THROWING grapes off the table, everywhere.
5. Every time we need to wipe she says, 'Me do it! Me pape (paper)! Me pape!" and we have issues.
6. Every time we need to wash hands she says, "No! No! Ho(t)! Ho(t)!" - but it's not. Then "slee(ve)! Slee(ve)!"- because I never pull them down fast enough. Then "Gum(my)? Gum(my)?" for her JuicePlus+ gummy- even though I WILL NOT give her one when she did NOT make it to the potty!
7. Livia started to cry when I was getting ready for the day. She wanted her toothbrush, so I gave it to her. Then she wanted, "Pate! Pate" (toothpaste. And yes, everything IS repeated. And yes, it does deserve exclamation points.) I wouldn't give it to her because I was busy. She started crying and wouldn't stop, so after a warning I took her to her crib. She crawled out. This is REALLY BAD because it's the first time. See? Not a good day between us.
8. Each meal she wanted down before anyone else was done. . . so she cried and whined and said, "dow! dow" over and over and over again. . . AHHH!
9. I was chopping carrots and onions for our dinner soup. I had them laid out nicely on the cutting board. . . and she took a bite out of each carrot and put it back.
10. She put the chair (not allowed in the kitchen) in front of the stove (which no children are allowed to stand in front of). Repeatedly. Then she touched the hot soup pot, despite my warning and efforts to get her down. And while I'm sighing at her again (Lord, forgive me!), I have boys singing and jumping and stomping and shooting at each other and trying to talk to me. Complete overload.

And this is only what I remember up until dinner!

Okay. I don't like that this appears to be a LIST of the difficult things my daughter did yesterday. I'm just trying to remember them to tell you- so I can forget about them. Maybe this makes the picture a bit more accurate. Sweetness she is- mixed with lots of other things. =) And though all of my days are treasures. . . sometimes I have to really step back to see it.