Little miss sassy that you see above is about to drive me up. the. wall.
I love her, oh I do, but we need some discipline revamping around her, or something.
This is Ada these days--she picked out the outfit you see above, and the suggestion that we revise it a bit, say turn the dress around so that the front is actually in the front, resulted in a meltdown of gigantic proportions. So...she wore the pants with the backwards dress and tennis shoes. Whatever.
Then yesterday was spent in the bathroom. Really. Every five minutes Ada would say she needed "to go" (not tee-tee), and we would go into the bathroom, she would climb onto the toilet, crying, and then promptly hop down and say that she would just try again later. At first I was sympathetic, patient, compassionate, and by the 20th time we were in the bathroom with no results, I was calling Scott to warn him that things were not looking good at home. Finally, finally, Ada had success while I was away from home tutoring. When I got home there was much dancing and jumping and singing and hugging over her success. I kept hugging her and saying, "It's been a hard day, hasn't it, but aren't you glad you finally went to the bathroom?" And then we would would sing and dance some more. Then when I finally thought the day was done, and I could relax, a tutoring parent called asking for an "emergency" tutoring session, so I was out the door again. Exhausting doesn't fully describe yesterday.
Well today, after two hours of trying to get Ada to nap, I finally gave up and said she could get out of bed. She was so happy and smiley, and she said, "I took such a good nap!!!" I said, "Ada, did you even close your eyes at all?" And she said, "no, but I took such a good nap." That's when I told her that if she wasn't going to sleep then she could help me clean. So clean we did. Sort of.