Anger management
Elizabeth is starting to talk. At least she thinks she is.
OK and maybe its not talking so much as it is a strange combo of screaming/grunting. Usually at her brother. Always because something's not going her way. And its not just screaming/grunting. She clenches her fist and jaw, bringing out the veins in her neck.
It might be a little mean, but I just have to laugh at her. She has such a short fuse and it really takes very little to set her off. My poor baby; I really need to do some research into how to help her learn a little anger management so she can grow up without her panties in such a knot.
Love you, Lizzy Boo!
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posted by Abbey @ 10:19 PM
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Well, your panties would be in a knot, too, if you lived in the shadow of the wild man. If you adored every breath he took, only to be pushed, shoved, hit and told "bad girl" for breathing. So, it's ok, Lizzy Boo.
And she is talking - she is saying "what's that?" She's brilliant.
And short fused. Wow.
Love you so, Baby Girl.
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