* As a working mom, I admit that the last thing I want to come
home to is a bad attitude. I have to keep mine in check all day dealing with rude callers or those who simply didn't like the way a story was covered. Lately my growing girl has been all attitude. (Luckily I have Brylin whose face lights up when she sees
me and is ready for hugs. ) Brynna is entering her independent
phase where everything is an argument, a struggle and requires negotiation.
Some days she loves me; others not so much. I have to remind myself that this
is all part of gorwing up. But man does it hurt sometimes.
What I love about Brynna right now -- 2 years 7 months
Diapers no more! It took a little bit, but once you put your
mind to it, you conquered potty training. Thank you !
Talking back: Okay, so I have a love-hate relationship with
your sassy side but I also love how strong willed you can be. If another kid
tries to boss you you let them know you’re not having it. But the same goes for
your dad and I. The other day you told us “I’m gonna do what I want, “ (which
resulted in a time out) taking us completely off guard. You’re pushing
boundaries to learn what you can and can’t get away with. It’s tough but I know
it’s all part of your journey. I just have to remember to breathe.
Fashionista: Princess dresses, tutus, jewelry, fake tattoos,
braids and high heels are so your thing right now. You comment on my clothes,
try on my shoes and ask for specific shoes to wear with your outfits. Of course
it can be a bit daunting when I have a certain outfit in mind, but
some battles are not worth fighting. Especially when you do such a great job
putting outfits together.
Learning: You LOVE to read. “Read the words to me, Mama,”
has become one of my favorite lines to hear from you as you place a book onto
my lap and curl up beside me. If only we can read for hours. You love books and
learning new words, shapes and characters. You ask why a lot and actually listen
to the answers – when the topic is something you take an interest in.
Your Laugh: It rings through the house when you are playing
in your playroom, bouncing off the walls as your dad chases you during a game
of tag; echoes in the backyard when Beans and Porkchop are licking your hands
and warms my heart when you are sharing a laugh with your sister. Over what? I have no idea. It’s like you
two have your own inside jokes.
You: Always you. Even when you’re driving me nuts, you are so
much to me.
Love you more than you know,
Mom