Yesterday at Trader Joe's Noelle was a little too high energy and would not stay right by me. She was be-bopping her silly self all over the place. The store is way too small with way too many carts for those shenanigans. So, after a couple reminders, into the basket she went. She was not happy about it, not one bit. She began to cry, then folded her arms, stuck out her bottom lip and said quite loudly, "I GONNA BE MAD AT YOU, MOMMY!" Several times.
What?
Where's my sweet girl?
She's always been defiant and a little crazy but never directed anger at me.
Then we get Cara & Natalie from school and we have to get a couple of things from Costco. With 4 girls in tow, the 2 little ones need to be in the cart. Oh, dear. Kicking. Screaming. Thrashing. Then HITTING.
What?
Where's my sweet girl?
Things are changin' around here.
Plus, she starts pre-school on Monday. I used to think this day couldn't come soon enough but now that it's here I'm not so sure.
