After a particularly rough evening with an overtired and cranky baby…
Wendy: will you be a good girl tomorrow?
Izzy: No! I want to be a good girl right now!
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Sung to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star: now I love you everybody it’s time to go to bed.
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Izzy woke up and didn’t get out of bed right away. She said she’s going to lay here and rest a bit. She got up to color, but laid back down and said she was exhausted because she ran around too much today.
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While petting the hair that grows on my arms, Izzy says: you have a beard on your wrist. Just like daddy!
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Wendy: Why do you like Kipper (a TV show I don’t like) so much?
Izzy: He entertains me a little bit.
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Executed my first real disciplinary action against Izzy tonight. She’s been playing games at toothbrush time. I warned her last night if she did it again, I would take away all of her My Little Ponies. Well, she messed around and I had to follow through. You should have heard her howl: nooooooo! Please don’t take my ponies. I promise to be good.
Absolutely heart breaking.
