Hey, guys! Just a quick post here. ;) I've been really busy lately, but I am currently working on two devotionals and a story, so I should be getting those published by the end of this week or next.
(Psst! I actually wrote this post acouple years ago, but since all my posts had gotten erased, I've decided that it won't hurt to put it up now. XD)
My younger sister, Abigail, is two years old, mischievous, yet incredibly adorable.
The worst combination ever, I must say.
Not to mention the ultimate pouter! When she asks for something she can't have, and your answer is a flat, "No.", look away. Just look away. She's gonna turn on the pout, and that's the end of your "no." You'll grab her up in your arms, cuddle her, then say, "Okay, okay! You can have it!" then pause and say, "You're too cute. I can't say no. I just can't."
Beware of the pout. It's her weapon. That, and the rest of her cuteness. She's a killer, that one. :)
As for her… uh… good side…? Well, she can be very sweet, and informative if our baby sista is getting into trouble or something. Sometimes even if the older two are getting into trouble!
She can be very helpful too. Like every morning, when possible, she helps empty the dishwasher. What two year old would want to do a chore right when they wake up? Well, Abby's one.
But as far as her complicated personality goes, well, it's a burden that comes with the package.
Like for instance, this morning: After we finished with the dishwasher, she told me she wanted to eat.
I asked her, "Do you want oatmeal, or cereal with milk?".
Her answer was no to both.
"Okay, how about… oatmeal!?" I said with more enthusiasm.
"No, not oatmeal!" she told me.
"Well, what do you want?" I asked her.
She just whined like I was supposed to know what she was thinking.
"I don't know what you want. You want cereal with milk?"
"No!"
"Hey, I don't understand!"
She stopped whining, and kinda paused. You know, "waking up more", kinda thing.
I walked away, then came back and asked if she wanted to eat. Her reply, "I 'ant oatmeal!" she said, as-a-matter-of-factly.
"You want oatmeal?" I asked to confirm.
"No!" she said, waving her arms at me.
"You don't want oatmeal?" I ask.
"I 'ant oatmeal!" she says.
So I grab out the oatmeal packets, and show it to her.
"You want oatmeal?" I ask again for the hundredth time.
She nodded. Finally.
And that's how it is every day. Every single day. Goodness, it's the true patience tester!
Abigail - her father's joy. That's the definition of her name. Although she's a troublesome little rascal, she is a sweetie… sometimes. Proper training and care is all kids need.
"Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him." - Proverbs 22:15.
She's stubbron, but turn that stubbornness for righteous things and you'll have a mighty woman right there. ;)
(Psst! I actually wrote this post acouple years ago, but since all my posts had gotten erased, I've decided that it won't hurt to put it up now. XD)
My younger sister, Abigail, is two years old, mischievous, yet incredibly adorable.
The worst combination ever, I must say.
Not to mention the ultimate pouter! When she asks for something she can't have, and your answer is a flat, "No.", look away. Just look away. She's gonna turn on the pout, and that's the end of your "no." You'll grab her up in your arms, cuddle her, then say, "Okay, okay! You can have it!" then pause and say, "You're too cute. I can't say no. I just can't."
Beware of the pout. It's her weapon. That, and the rest of her cuteness. She's a killer, that one. :)
As for her… uh… good side…? Well, she can be very sweet, and informative if our baby sista is getting into trouble or something. Sometimes even if the older two are getting into trouble!
She can be very helpful too. Like every morning, when possible, she helps empty the dishwasher. What two year old would want to do a chore right when they wake up? Well, Abby's one.
But as far as her complicated personality goes, well, it's a burden that comes with the package.
Like for instance, this morning: After we finished with the dishwasher, she told me she wanted to eat.
I asked her, "Do you want oatmeal, or cereal with milk?".
Her answer was no to both.
"Okay, how about… oatmeal!?" I said with more enthusiasm.
"No, not oatmeal!" she told me.
"Well, what do you want?" I asked her.
She just whined like I was supposed to know what she was thinking.
"I don't know what you want. You want cereal with milk?"
"No!"
"Hey, I don't understand!"
She stopped whining, and kinda paused. You know, "waking up more", kinda thing.
I walked away, then came back and asked if she wanted to eat. Her reply, "I 'ant oatmeal!" she said, as-a-matter-of-factly.
"You want oatmeal?" I asked to confirm.
"No!" she said, waving her arms at me.
"You don't want oatmeal?" I ask.
"I 'ant oatmeal!" she says.
So I grab out the oatmeal packets, and show it to her.
"You want oatmeal?" I ask again for the hundredth time.
She nodded. Finally.
And that's how it is every day. Every single day. Goodness, it's the true patience tester!
Abigail - her father's joy. That's the definition of her name. Although she's a troublesome little rascal, she is a sweetie… sometimes. Proper training and care is all kids need.
"Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him." - Proverbs 22:15.
She's stubbron, but turn that stubbornness for righteous things and you'll have a mighty woman right there. ;)