I was looking down at Calli and telling her that her eyes are still mostly gray, but they are becoming more brown by the day and I think that is awesome. I wanted a brown eyed daughter. So Shanna said, “But my eyes aren’t brown…” I said, “Nope, your eyes are very special. Your eyes are sometimes blue or brown or green or gray depending on your mood. My eyes can’t do that. It’s unusual and very neat.” So she said, “Your eyes are very wonderful and beautiful Mommy. I like them.”
*sniff*
“When someone is crying they are acting like they need milk. And I’m crying. That means I need milk. So will you please nurse me?”
I record these here because I know there is no way I will remember. 🙂
Today it feels like one kid or another has been crying since 7am. It’s to the point where *I* am crying too. So I sat down on the bed with a screaming Calli and started crying. I was talking to Calli asking her to please stop crying before I lose my mind. Shanna came to the back of the house and said from the doorway, “Do you need me?” I told her yes and she came over and gave me a hug. She said, “I’m sorry you are upset. I love you and it’s going to be ok.”
And then she started telling me about something weird with a village hiding in the back of her dollhouse. But, hey. (eta: oh! She meant the little village people from Paula. She wanted help reaching one because it was too far back for her arm 🙂
I’m really proud of my kid. She is so compassionate and kind. I think I’m doing this right.
“Shanna, if you continue to whine, beg, cry, and demand sugar then you won’t be able to have any for the rest of the week. I’m very serious. Do you understand me?”
“Yup. Unfortunately I do.”