Oh, Lord!

You were on a roll last night, little girl. First of all I was talking to you about spitting and how you are only allowed to spit outside in the grass and in the bathtub. In the midst of this very serious conversation you walked off. I grabbed your arm and pulled you back over and said sternly, "Haven, look at me. I'm not done talking to you." Very mysteriously you suddenly developed an owie on your elbow (deflection?). You were telling me about it, in much detail, and after a few moments my mind kind of wandered off. You grabbed my face and said, "look at me, I'm not done talking to you!" And, that, my dear, is how good discipline is thrown out the window--because your daddy and I couldn't help but laugh.

A few minutes later you were running around the house without a diaper on (pretty much standard routine around here at night). You spit again and your daddy spanked you. Since you didn't have any padding back there it probably hurt (slightly) more than usual. You grabbed your bottom and said, "oh, my butt! Oh my butt!" And, then, "Oh, Lord. Oh Lord. Oh Lord." Come to think of it, that's what your very pregnant Mama says when something hurts lately. I don't know what we are going to do with you. You really are a fantastic little girl. You have your moments, but most of the time people compliment me on how good you are. It isn't my parenting, I'm sure. It's just your nature. You are typically a very calm and easy going kid. Your Mama was blessed the day you were born.