tantrums.

They are wicked right now. Holy cow, I've got a determined little toddler on my hands. A few months ago, we could just plow right through a tantrum, soon distracting her with a simple "hey, look!..." Not now. Last night, Maren put up quite the fight to have juice before bed. This has been a hard and fast rule at our house: she can have juice (mostly water) during the day, but once dinner comes, it's water or milk. Well, she would have NONE of that. After 45 minutes of tears and snuggling and tears and snuggling and screams and snuggling (I think she was trying to schmooze me), she started asking for daddy (the softy). I thought -no way! I'm working my butt off here to 'win' this one (believe me, I had already lost a few times that day). But I gave up. Andy walks into her room, she leaps into his arms and is dressed and ready for bed (with no mention of juice) within about 6 minutes.

No fair. It's soooo easy to be the rescuer! Mean Mommy, that's me.