Thursday, December 10, 2009
A First
When upset, Olivia has taken to storming upstairs, running into her bedroom and slamming the door (and locking it). Most recently we heard a lot of bumping around and grunting, and when she finally let us in, saw that she had piled blankets and pillows and books up against the door. As if the lock wasn't enough. If she's anything like I was when I was little, we better get used to this.
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Are you *sure* she's 3? She's tall, she's mature... maybe she slipped a few extra years in when you weren't looking. ;)
Elle storms off upstairs to pout, but we have a stopper on top of her door so she can't slam it anymore. My fear of dismemberment and all... What are we going to do when they're teens??
WHOA! You guys are so in trouble if she's like this already! Maybe that means the teen years will be easy :)
Hailey just cries and tells us were not her best friends anymore. I can't tell you how many times I have been un bestfriended!
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