On stubbornness

If there is one way that people would typically describe me, it would be blunt.

If they had to say a second thing, I think they would go with stubborn.

Unfortunately, my dear, darling little girls have been blessed with this trait as well.

And, they are even more stubborn with me than anybody else.

Take Natalie for example. At school, she will drink her milk cold and out of a cup.

Last night, I gave her a cup of milk with dinner. She threw it on the floor. I asked her what she wanted, she signed for milk. I told her milk was in the cup and offered it again. Guess what? She experimented, and sure enough there is in fact gravity in our kitchen, and down to the floor it went.

Asked again what she wanted and she signed for milk.

Fine. You win.

Take the cup to the cabinet, pull out a bottle, pour in the milk, nuke the milk in the microwave for a couple seconds.

Hand bottle to Natalie. Gulp, gulp, chug and gone.

Then she signs for more.

Stinker.

I get her more milk.

And what doe she do?

She throws.it.on.the.floor!

Thank goodness she’s so cute, because she’s surely going to give me a run for my money!

PS. Thanks, Midwest Mommy, now I tried out flickr and my picture looks a million times better.