The Battle

So Bronwyn Sue uttered one of her first complete sentences this week.  While under normal circumstances (if there is such a thing as normal), it would have been cause for celebration; on this occasion it wasn't.  Instead it was marred by a rather "unfortunate" event.  I thought it was funny.  Tama did not.  Lately our little girl has become Miss Independent.  She wants to do everything herself, including getting dressed.  While we heartily support the autonomy of our children in most circumstances, we have to draw the line somewhere.  Case-in-point, to the left is what happens when little Bronwyn Sue dresses herself.   Cute but a little to Idaho.  Lately, it has been a struggle to get her dressed.  What should in theory only take a couple of minutes takes much, much longer.  She is unwilling to allow any sartorial help.

The other night after her bath, Tama tried to get Bronwyn ready for bed.  Little Susan would have none of it; she refused to let Mommy help get her dressed.  She wanted to do it herself.  Bronwyn Sue was very defiant.  There was plenty of tears; however, Mommy eventually overpowered her petite but strong little girl and wrestled a diaper and pajamas on her.  Bronwyn was so mad she gave Tama the evil eye and marched into her bedroom.  A couple of seconds later she calmly yelled, "I PEE!"  Tama went into her room to discover the pajamas and clean diaper on the floor where they had been thrown off and our naked little girl squatting over a wet puddle in the middle of the carpet.  The gauntlet had been thrown down.  Needless to say Mommy was quite mad.  Bronwyn just looked triumphant.

While it wasn't the most grammatically correct of sentences, I think it got the point across.  Little Susan can play a mean, sticky game of terrible twos.  And to think we have sixteen more years of this.  If only she wasn't so darn cute ....