Minuette Vivian Waugh

My daughter is the love of my life. And she's growing at an alarming rate....... that is for my husband. He still wants her to be small and be able to hold her without his arms losing feeling after 5 min. She's still very cuddly and I still wonder where she came from. She is very intelligent (must get that from her father) she doesn't seem to forget anything. She speaks up a storm even when in full crying mode. I took her juice box from her she started crying holy terror

(we were on the bed and she insisted on standing up and running around with it - got juice everywhere, i told her she must sit down and drink it or i will have to take it away she didn't believe me)

Steve came in to see why she was crying thought she might have fallen off the bed. When she saw him the crying got a bit louder and she began asking him why did she do that? i explained what had happened and then he explained it to her. she still doesn't believe i'm going to do something if she continues to be naughty but i keep at doing it maybe when she's an adult she'll believe me. she believes steve...... lucky him!

But all listening problems aside she's very determined. again we were in the bedroom. Steve was fixing his desk very dangerous happenings in the livingroom. we by diapers by the box load (when they are on sale .... that amazon commercial about the dad running out of diapers that will never happen to us!!) we store them under the bed for quick refil purposes but they make great stepping stools for Min or seats depending on how she wants to use them. this time stepping stool. She proceeded in pushing the box to the door of the bedroom aligned it with the door knob climbed up (i was standing right behind to ensure falling does not kill her - i say this not to protect myself but as an importance to what happens next) she starts turning the knob but doesn't quite know exactly what she needs to do to open the door which is the goal of this exercise ... she falls down quite a few times before she really notices that i am standing there.... she pushes me to the bed on the other side of the room as she believes i'm interferring in some way and goes back to the box and door... i follow.... she falls turns to me pushes me back to the bed and goes back to the box and door 3 times we do this the final time she goes back to the box and door she gets up plays with the knob and turns to see me standing there she turns back to the door and starts knocking on it saying..." DADA, MAMA WON'T LET ME OUT" repeatedly.

When this does not work she takes the box and pushes it to her dresser sits down and tries to open a drawer to play with her clothes..... and that's when i really interfere... but determined she is.......................

anyhoo just thought i would share some Min stories...

HAVE A GREAT DAY ALL!!