So what that I am officially addicted to "Magic Mix." This stuff is a.maz.ing. It is a Walgreen's brand product so I get it cheap at work and it is delicious. It has peanuts, raisins, M&Ms, chocolate chips and peanut butter chips.
So what if a one year old child gets the better of me at least once a day. Ya'll. Seriously. I say nice things about my daughter in the monthly updates I do because I plan on having those posts made into a book one day. But for real, that girl is cray-cray. I have no other explanation than we have hit the TERRIBLE Twos four months early. I swear she cries or whines 80% of her waking hours. She cries when you change her diaper, when you put her in her high chair, and forget about putting her in the car seat. I need an old priest and a young priest on speed dial for the fits this child throws. I really *want* to be the calm mom that doesn't yell but this girl knows how to push my buttons.
So what if we went to Pella yesterday morning because I've been craving a Dutch Letter something fierce and the kids both ate three cookies in 10 minutes.
So what if I also bribe Ainsley with said cookies to come inside from the garage. She is kind of a weirdo and likes to just hang out in the garage. She will NOT come in on her own. We either have to grab her and bring her in - which leads to another temper tantrum - or give her a cookie. Whatever works, right? Maybe?
So what if Ben played with an empty beer can in the kiddie pool yesterday.