So…it’s happened in full force. I’ve got a full on, boundary testing-talk backing-not cute till she’s passed out cupkeiki. I love her to the moon and back (cliche…so what!) there’s no doubt about that, it’s merely the recognition that she’s there and I’ve got to delve further into my patience and my parenting practices of “standing my ground and yet being on her level”. It’s going to work out of course, after all this is part of the game. For now, my guilty joy comes in the form of temper tantrum photos.
Of course, there are also the sweet-god-you’re-adorable moments too!