Halloween time for SissiesSeptember 30, 2012
Brand New Baby GirlOctober 4, 2012
If you ask any of the mommies around here, theyâ€™ll be quick to tell ya, I can sometimes, I mean like just every once in a while, get myself into a teeny tiny bit of trouble. What can I sayâ€¦ I may be 19 but sometimes I just canâ€™t help but act like a little brat!
Hereâ€™s what usually happensâ€¦ I see something I want. It could be anything, a cookie, a new doll, or maybe a new daddy or ABy guy I get a crush on and wanna play with; whatever it is, once I want it thatâ€™s it, I have to have it!! Iâ€™ll do whatever I have to do to get it, and if thatÂ doesn’tÂ work, Iâ€™ll throw the biggest, loudest temper tantrum I can manage!
Just the other day one of my daddies took me with him while he did some shopping. Before we went into the store he told me that IÂ couldn’tÂ get any new toys because I already had so many and that I had to learn that I canâ€™t always get what I want. Can you believe that ?!!?! So I was already feeling pouty, dragging my feet and whining. And then we walked by the Barbie aisle. WHY would he do that?! As soon as I saw I ran over and picked up the prettiest Barbie with long pretty brown hair like mine and a pretty ballerina tutu on. â€œPlease please please can I get it Daddy pleeeaaassseee???â€ I begged, whining loud and pulling on Daddyâ€™s sleeve. â€œPlease Daddy, PLEASE??â€ Daddy crossed his arms and looked down at me, â€œNow baby, I told you, today we arenâ€™t buying any toys.â€ I pouted and pulled harder on him â€œBut Daddy, look how pretty she is!â€ He took the Barbie and put it back on the shelf, â€œCali, I said no.â€ Well that did it, I threw myself down on the floor and started crying and whining as loud as I could! I laid down and kicked my legs, screaming at the top of my lungs â€œBUT I WAAAAANNT IT!!!!!â€
Now hereâ€™s the thingâ€¦ I would never do this with a mommy. A mommy would have just dragged me out of the store, end of story. But with daddies its easierâ€¦ at least for me!
So anyway, Iâ€™m kicking and screaming on the floor and people are starting to come see what the fuss is, so Daddy crouches down next to me and tries to get me to stop. He talks softly and pulls me into his arms when he sees my big crocodile tears. As soon as Iâ€™m in Daddyâ€™s arms I start to cry more quietly, sniffling, â€œIâ€™m sorry Daddy,â€ I whimper, knowing that I have him right where I want him! â€œI dÂ didn’tÂ mean to be bad, Daddyâ€¦ the dolly is just so pretty.â€ I say softly, pouting out my lips and giving Daddy puppy dog eyes. â€œOk honey, ok, weâ€™ll get the dolly this time.â€ HA! See, easy peasy.
I know I can be a little difficult sometimes, but what can I say? Whatâ€™s so bad about a little teeny tiny bit of trouble?