The good thing about my two and a half year-old daughter, Charlotte, is that she’s fierce.
The bad thing is … she’s fierce.
Raising a fiery girl can be tiresome, but at the end of the day, I can put my feet up and safely say I’m proud to be her mamma.
Dinnertime Death Match
This would be funny, except that all she wants are honey sandwiches or cake. Can it be activated manuka honey on multigrain with nutalex and a glass of fruit and vege juice? You bet. But it had better be a bloody sandwich … or a cake.
Peeing is boring, apparently. Like, “Imma scream the house down if you make me pee,” boring. Unless of course, Mummy plays ‘toilet choo choo train’ and piggy backs me there.
Mother of the Year
Charlotte is so protective of her baby brother that she knows what he needs better than I do. If I include her in the process, life is just so much easier.
Don’t Touch my Music
If I have to listen to Dorothy the Dinosaur sing that damn Doctor song one more time I’m gonna…
Mummy: – 10
I’ve never met a person who despises having a shower more than her. And she prefers them to baths. Probably because she can tetter at the edge, dipping body parts in every now and then, and pretending she’s clean.
On the other hand, having a fierce little miss for a daughter is an absolute blessing, and I wouldn’t have her any other way.
She can sit for over half an hour on an activity.
She wants to know everything, and soaks it all up.
Book Worm Nanna
She can read for an hour.
She sleeps like a dream.
She wants to know how to do everything, and tries her best, even when things get hard.
I wish I had her for a big sister. She’s an absolute sweetheart.
My little munchkin might be fierce, but I still win. Sometimes all I have to do is remind myself it’s worth the battle.