Wild One

I knew as soon as I got Dani out of bed that I'd be making a post today.  I've thought about it over the last couple of weeks to write about how my darling has turned into a demon.  But today, after pulling her out of bed and her hair was sticking up, I felt like I HAD to post about the Wild One.



Now, I've always know my daughter had a wild streak, her halo is only held up by her horns.  But, I've also always thought my baby girl was a sweet heart, a real true sweet baby, until the last couple of weeks.  Now don't get me wrong, she's the sweetest little thing to me, until she scratches my face or slaps me.  She's the sweetest little thing eating by herself until she throws the food at me.  She has a banshee scream like you cannot imagine and a mean streak as wide as a 6 lane Interstate.  I have no idea how to deal with her either.  She doesn't get the point of timeouts or toys being taken away; scolding assertively just makes her laugh (or kick more) and this whole positive reinforcement bit seems to be going no where.  What to do, I have no idea, but I know I'm not the only one who has dealt with this.  I hope to continue what I'm doing, hoping this is a phase and her testing me fades away.  Until then, I'll just keep laughing about it as I pull all my hair out!

On a side note, I was going through my phone to get the "Wild One" picture and saw these others that I just adore.  Some may be posted here and others may not...but they are always worth looking at!