The last couple days have been Looooooooooong. If one of my girls isn’t tantruming, the other one is. If there is something Brielle can do to be naughty, she will.
I can not even begin to count the number of sit-on-your-beds, go on the porch to screams, naughty steps, swats, redirection, Nos, Avi-ANA!s and BREE-ELLE!s I have administered in the past 48 hours.
Nursing all the while. (It feels like.)
Brielle has skipped her naps too, although she did do better staying in her room today than yesterday during quiet time. She was up for a couple hours in the night, screaming for part of it.
Aviana is whiney and prone to dramatics. Very loud dramatics.
They are bickering about as much as they get along, mostly because Aviana keeps trying to boss Brielle, and Brielle will have none of that!
But despite it all, we manage to have some terrific moments. Sweet conversations and wonderful snuggles.
Like when Aviana and I were talking about the little pioneer village nearby that holds special events for Memorial Day and Labor Day. She wants to go back to see all the re-enactments again, and inquired, “Tan we doe dere adin on Birth Day?”
“Birth Day?” I ask, “Oh you mean Labor Day!?”
Or how Brielle calls Cadrian “Craisin” and says to him when he’s wailing, “Oh poor wittle Craisin. Why fussin’, Craisin? It’s otay wittle tiny baby!”