3 Sentances…
These are the 3 sentences that I say over and over again. At least 100 times a day.
1. Put your sister down!
2. Leave her alone!
3. Stop that!
Poor 10 month old Mya. She’s already developing quite an attitude. She’s getting sick of being carried around, squashed and dropped by the boys. She pushes them away when they come near her or crawls away as fast as she can. I swear if this baby lives to be 2 I’ll be amazed.
I’m getting white hairs and I’m only 30.
*ugh* I need Supernanny or Nanny 911 to come over. These boys are giving me a run for my money. They get this mischievous glint in their eyes and this cat that ate a canary smile. I’m in trouble if they start to team up with each other. They are driving me crazy. Ponoka here I come. Gimme a straight jacket and get me in there! I wonder if I can admit myself?