this is the kids easter picture. ugh! seriously-they are so cute. my eyes just dance when i look at them. i gave asher a haircut shortly before taking our easter pics. i've been ready to cut his hair for a while, but just not ready for him to start looking more like a little boy and less like a baby. but it was time. i've been asked what her name was many times in the past month, so it was a necessity now. *sigh* but i can't stop wondering who that little boy is in my baby's clothes and in my baby's bed and eating my baby's food.
easter night karyssa wanted juice instead of her nightly milk bottle. i asked numerous times if she was SURE she'd rather have a little bit of juice instead of an entire bottle of milk. she assured me each and every time that juice was her choice.
we are always working with her on choices so i let her pick juice. then when it was time for bed and asher got his big ole bottle of milk she melted into tears. cried off and on for almost an hour from her bed. "mooooomm mmiiiiiillllkkkk!!!" breaks. my. HEART!
i hate saying no. HATE it! most of the time i say yes, unless it's life threatening or seriously the answer is just plain no. so she doesn't hear no much. i just don't see the need to fight every battle and if it's not gonna hurt her or any one or any thing else i don't see why not. if she wants to blow bubbles before cleaning up, why not? we still clean up. if she wants to help clean up, why not? i make her wash her hands afterwards. so it came as a great surprise to her when i stuck to my guns that she had chosen juice instead of milk and was NOT going to get both. the very next morning she climbed out of bed, climbed into bed with me to snuggle and watch a little cat in the hat while i woke up. but it took me an hour to wake up. later asher was walking around with a bottle and neither paul nor i could remember the last time we had a bottle upstairs since we'd spent the weekend at grandma and grandpas. so we took the bottle away from him, assuming it was rotten and fed the kids breakfast. then when it was time for bottles i looked in the fridge and no bottle! nowhere...it was a very odd feeling. i know me and paul are the only ones who get in the fridge and i know for fact neither one of us had drunk it because neither one of us can drink dairy. then i realized...the bottle asher had been carrying around WAS the bottle we made for her last night. at some point, maybe while paul was in the shower, she went downstairs and got her bottle of milk from the night before. i was so baffled and surprised. i said "karyssa, did you take the bottle out of the fridge this morning?" "ya, morning." she said. and i remembered, last night through tears (have i mentioned i hate it when they cry?) i bent over her in bed and told her "you chose juice. you can have your milk tomorrow, but tonight you chose juice...next time you need to think about your choices." i've seen her open the fridge a time or two but i didn't realize that she would actually just help herself to what's in the fridge. and technically i did tell her that "tomorrow" she could have it, so she wasn't disobeying me. it's a whole new world for her being able to open the fridge. a whole new world of chilled possibilities. and later i realized how comfortable she is becoming because at snack time she opened the fridge and got out the strawberries and grapes by herself, shut the fridge door, just like i do, and headed for the couch to watch pocahontas and eat herself a little snack. i did draw the line there. next thing i know she's gonna have one hand down her pants and the other on the remote control for pete's sake. and what am i supposed to say? this IS her house. she IS at home...so why not make herself at home?
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