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So Why Can’t She Remember to Turn Off Her Bedroom Light?
The other day, as I was loading up the dishwasher I noticed Pea gazing at me thoughtfully. “Mummy…” she began. I put the last plate in the drawer and turned to listen to her. She had “the look” on her face – the one she wears when she has contemplating something and I was curious to know where this conversation would take us – we’ve had some doozies lately. “Mummy”, she continued, “I was watching TV and it said that Fairy Platinum cleans your dishes to make them shine and it even cleans the hidden bits on the inside.” I stared at her blankly. What the…? She continued: “Mummy, do…
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She’s Not Always a Princess, or, It’s Just Semantics.
One Sunday morning during the first few months we were married, the Hubs and I were sitting in church, watching the adorable little girl in the pew in front of us. She was hugging on her dad when she leaned back, her arms around his neck — and head-butted him. Hard. The Hubs grinned widely. “I want a little girl like that”. Flash forward to yesterday. *** Boo bursts into the room, sobbing. “Pea punched me!” I look at him dubiously. He stands about a foot taller than her, and outweighs her by about 20 pounds. “Why would she do that? Did she really do that?” From the playroom, I…
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Flashback
So, in my last post, I took a look back at my very first blog post from May 2008 – which left me browsing through a few other early posts…. ….and came across one where Boo, then 4, was having constant meltdowns and we were having some major power struggles. Huh. And then another one, where we were having daily battles about…yup…shoes. Both topics are familiar to me, as I have the same conversations (and a few similar blogposts) about Pea. Why I didn’t remember this, I don’t know. (Maybe its like childbirth – you forget the pain so that you do it again….) Been there, done that, bought the…