I was explaining to Braden this afternoon why I was feeling ready for some quiet. Livia woke up grumpy today, it seemed. Getting dressed caused tears and a tantrum (her clothes made her cold). Then she cried and whined and kicked her feet because she didn't want to make her bed. (Never mind that she is nearly 4 and Owen at age 3 started making his bed every day- without complaint and very well. I shouldn't have expected as much from my daughter. ) This was at 7 a.m.
There was also discipline for jumping on the couch. And talking back. And more whining. And feeding Tate almonds.
"We have an independent and head-strong daughter," I told B, shaking my head.
"Yes," he agreed. "If we can but preserve her moral character it will someday be an asset to her."
Can't you tell he thinks like a lawyer?
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