A couple of nights ago, after Molly threw a tantrum, I through it might be good timing to try to teach her a lesson. I made up a story about a girl who chose to be bad. She cried and stomped in her room and then had to go to bed without reading any books. Molly was clearly agitated after hearing this story. She looked at me and said, "Why you telling a story about me? Why you talking about me?" Clearly, she got the point. Let's hope it sinks in!
If you haven't noticed, Molly is no longer a toddler. She's a little girl. A girl who wants to wear dresses every day. A girl who knows how to color in the lines and who can build tall towers out of Legos. A girl who might also be learning how to share. Here are a few pics from the weekend:
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| New skill -- coloring in the lines |
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| New favorite pastime -- building with Legos (this is a bed) |
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| Singing away, "I am the derry-o!" (Molly's take on "The Farmer in the Dell") |
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| Cousin James -- hanging out with Molly's Duckie |
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