The Boss

The only real boss around our house right now is our one year old.  She is SO demanding and so bossy.  Every morning she will wake up and make her way to my bed (if she is not in it already), pull my blanket off while grunting, grab my hand and pull with all her might while screaming "Oclate Ilk".  And then when I get out of bed to get her chocolate milk she insists that I put her on the counter so that she can open the cupboard door all by herself and pick the cup that SHE wants.  Then I have to carry her to the fridge so that she can be the one to take the milk out of the fridge by herself.  Then she will get a chair, push it over to the island and 'help' me pour the milk.  If I happen to pick the wrong color straw, or pour too much milk or if I missed step one and picked out the cup by myself then she will pick up that cup and throw it across the kitchen with all her might while yelling at me.  She is into EVERYTHING, climbing on EVERYTHING.  She will pull that cheezy grin when she knows you are getting mad.

After breakfast she looks like this!  You cannot feed this boss.  Absolutely no way!

 

Three minutes of unsupervision she looks like this!  Yes that is a Jell-o packet she is covered in.  You know the kind kids used to dye their hair with in junior high??

After making cookies she looks like this.  Yep, thats butter.  Try bathing THAT off.

The girl is always naked and will fall asleep anywhere.

After a hard days work! 

Today was the laziest day EVER!  I only left the house to go to church and go visiting teaching.  It was kind-of wonderful.  Sharon was up all day.  Yay!  I enjoy her.  And my kids fight over her.  The other night they were sharing a chair at the computer, playing a game, when I yelled from the other room for them to go to bed cause they were going to Sharons house the next day.  Then I hear Malia say that she is excited cause she gets to go visit her best friend Sharon.  Thats when the battle began between Vita and Malia over who is best friends with Sharon,

 "Shes my best friend" 

"NO, she is my best friend"

"Nope, Sharon is my best friend"

"Well Tevita, she can be both of our best friends"

"No she can't.  Well OK fine"

What can we say?  We like her....

A LOT!

And as I am writing this Tevita says, "I love you Sharon.  I am sorry we did not have a pillow fight or play other games or play outside.  So I thought we could play outside when you come again.  And we can play bubbles, and Sorry!, and thats all." 

Malia Puppy Curly

That is the name she gave herself 

---WHEN SHE DECIDED TO TURN INTO A DOG----

First off, totally un-unique name! 

But seriously she has decided that she wants to be a dog.  She has been insisting on playing fetch in the house with the tennis ball (which of course she will bring back in her teeth), but she also sniffs all her food before eating it, barks at you when you ask her a question, and drinks her "pink chocolate milk" out of a bowl on the kitchen floor.

I thought that was enough! 

I was wrong!

She insisted on peeing like a dog too....

in the front yard, one leg up.

And she had to lean down to hold her balance.  Do you know what that means?

Pee dripping all down her stomach and legs!

( I tried to hose her off and she kept barking at me)