It a rare occasion at our house to have a pleasant morning. Our mornings are usually fill with tears over taking off jammies, going potty, putting on clothes, choosing socks, doing hair, and brushing teeth. By the time we get downstairs, most of BG's fight has been spent and she is pretty happy. But oh, how I dread waking her in the morning.
Today was a welcome change. She is happy and pleasant, willing, and cooperative. We only had to pick new socks once and she brushed her teeth all by herself while I did her hair. We got out the door on time and there was no fighting.
In an effort to encourage this behavior, I praised her the whole time about what a good girl she was being. I fully intend to tell Daddy tonight so he can praise her too. Aaaaahhhhhhh..... Why can't all mornings be like this?
1 week ago