Why, oh, why then does my sweet, precious, very girly girl have an affinity for poo?! The other day, when quite a bit of other issues were taking place simultaneously, my dear, angelic Lerloo decided to dabble in a bit of poo art. I wrote a little post about it on Facebook, but thought that it was worth repeating here, too:
God is totally stretching me in the area of how I respond to my kids. God allowed me to see that all the huffing, puffing, sighing and saying things like, "I'm never gonna get this done!" that my kids are saying...well, I'm the thoughtless person who taught them that. Hooray! So, now I'm super conscious of how I respond to them. For example:
So there you have it folks! And, just for fun, I put her in her cutie tutu the other day and put her headband on which she promptly tried to take off and put her in front of the mirror so that she could see herself all decked out. I was telling her, "Pretty girl!" and she stopped right in the middle of taking the headband off and started cooing with delight at the whole situation. She kept the headband on even though she still messed with it and I had to help her put it back on. At least now she WANTS to wear the headband. Yay! This could open up all new accessorizing possibilities! Oh, and Braden made her the pretty necklace which she really likes to wear.:) Who knew girls could learn to preen so young?! That right there proves to me that it is built right in from the beginning!