She still smiles!
Not that I had much of a chance to win it anyway, but today I really blew it, not once, but twice!
Yesterday, Abbey wouldn't stay in the "no-no chair" so I put childproof covers on her room doorknobs and made her stay in there for 3 minutes. She hated it, so it was effective. On the way downstairs, I asked her, "Did you like having to stay in your room?" "No," she replied. "Its like Cinderella, locked in the tower" Hmmm, I thought. I guess that makes me like the wicked stepmother? I tried to explain the difference in that Cinderella didn't deserve to be there, but Abbey did. I don't think I got very far with that, though.
And finds reason to dance!
So, this morning, Elijah wakes up screaming. Abbey called for me. Just like I do every morning, I yelled and told her to come into my room. Only this morning, she didn't come. She just kept on screaming and screaming. After about 15 minutes, it dawned on me. She couldn't get out! She was locked in, and I had forgotten about the doorknobs. We shut her door so that the kids leaving for school won't wake her up. I felt awful and spent a long while holding her and telling her how sorry I was. If that wasn't enough for one day, later today, as we were getting out of the car, she was reached in for something. I told her to get her hand out of the car. She did, then promptly put it back, just as I was shutting the door. Oh my! My heart dropped to my toes. I scooped her up and took her inside. Luckily, I hadn't been shutting it very hard, and it hit her arm, not her hand. It made a mark that I think will turn into a bruise, but it didn't break the skin. It could have been worse, but I couldn't have felt any worse. I'm so sorry, baby Abbey!
That's ok, Mom, I forgive you.
For Nana, Thanks for the hat.