She's smiling because I didn't make her wash her face before snapping this picture. She 'won' that one!
Time has flown and it's already Wednesday. This is the first chance I've had to sit down and write something. It seems that something's always got to give, you know?
I mean, there just simply aren't enough hours in a day for all we want and need to get done. Every acheivement seems to come as the cost of something else. My time on my computer seems to be pushed to the back burner more and more lately. Then again, so do all the books I want to read, things I want to knit, rooms I want to clean, clutter I want to eliminate...
WOW...what on earth do I actually DO all day???
I'm here for the time being. I think I really do spend most of my days feeding 3YO. I mean, the kid is hungry just about every ten minutes. However, most of my day is spent arguing with her about finishing what I gave her before I make her something else.
The child, she likes to argue. And, she loves to WIN.
As a matter of fact, I was hugging her the other day. (Yes, I've hugged her since then...but this one sticks out in my mind and you'll see why!) I told her I needed a good hug and I told her to squeeze me tighter. I squeezed her tighter and we both sort of grunted. As we each let go of one another, she popped back and proclaimed, "I WIN."
Whatever she did, she did it better than I. She won that hug!
How does one win a hug?
3YO can tell you how. She wins everything. I can walk down the hallway, only to have her whiz past me and declare that she won. Pretty much everywhere I go, she tries to get there better and faster. The kid likes to win. And, when I sneak past her while she is lying on the couch engrossed in Regis and Kelly and attempt to use the restroom ALONE, I get to hear her screaming as she comes to find me. Apparently, she didn't win that one. And 3YO hates nothing more than NOT WINNING.
I just had to send her to her room for helping herself to chocolate milk after I told her 'NO.' She's not going to win this one...