Pretty Toes

I painted Reyna's toe nails for the first time. I thought she would touch them right away and smear them , but she did very well. Sh even helped me "blow them" all dry.

The best part is that now when she walks, she raises her toes and walks on her heals and stairs at her feet. And every time she sits dow she points at her toes and says "Look! Pretty!"

Spankings and Discipline

Yesterday, Reyna was throwing another one of her now normal tantrums... she is two, what can I say? She was screaming about everything under the sun. And we have decided to basically pretend she is not screaming and talk to her normally as if she is quiet. We say "Would you like some milk?, You can have the milk if you sit at the table to drink it." she belted "NOOOOooooo" And I answered calmly - "Then we will leave it on the counter, and when you would like to sit at the table you can have it."

That's the basic tantrum in our place. Yesterday during one of these, I asked her if she would like to play with her docter bag, and then I proceeded to open the bag. She ran over to me, grabbed a toy from it and threw it across the room. I slightly raised my voice but calmly replied "Reyna,you don't throw things, and you know that." She scowled at me, picked up 2 toys and threw them right at me.

I picked her up. Gave her a pat on the behind then took her into her room. We sat in the rocking chair. She was screaming (still, from the last 2 hours). I said in a normal tone "You know you don't throw things. You can hurt people." And right away after that I started reading her a book and making funny animal noises with her. It was a short discipline for an act that she did deliberately though she knew it was wrong. Then we immediately changed the subject and played and had fun. The discipline was over. I wasn't mad at her. I wanted her to know that she got a spanking for throwing intentionally. Once I made that point I moved on.

It's Raining, It's Pouring...

I was so excited to hear it was supposed to start raining real hard about 6 am this morning. I LOVE rain. Even better it was supposed to be storming about 8 am. The 6 am was gonna wake me up and the 8 am storms were gonna keep me motivated. Well it was only sprinkling at 6 and the storms are gonna miss us.

I don't know about anyone else, but severe weather makes me excited. I LOVE storms. I LOVE wind, loud thunder and cracking lightning. When it's storming I sit online with 3 different radar sites up trying to see when the best stuff is coming. I see the big red spots and wish I lived in that tiny town. Is this weird? Am I the only one?

8am, Time for a nap!

Reyna woke up at 3 am and was up litearally every 10 minutes after that. I rocked her and sang to her. -NOPE! I tried sleeping on the floor of her room with her cuddled next to me.- NOPE! I tried her sleeping on me on the couch (always works). -NOPE! I wouldn't have cared, that she was up but she was just screaming -crying for really no reason.

--Want a blanket? NO!

--Want the couch? NO!

--Want juice? NO!

--What do you want? BLANKET!

--...ugh... NO, NO BLANKET! (And I thought I was fickel)

After about 150 times (literally) singing through her lullabye I gave up and made her a "bed" on the living room floor, got her some fruit snacks (at 4am!?!) and turned on disney channel. I 'slept' on the couch. All was well till I got up an hour later and couldn't find my glasses ... or see enough to find them. After about 20 minutes saying "Reyna, where are my glasses?" to which she would respond "GLASSES! " and point to her eyes with a grin and giggle.... I eventually found my glasses bent into an odd shape under the kiddy table.