After the bath, while I’m brushing his hair: Liz: (brushing Martin’s wet bangs straight up) There! Go check that out! Martin: (goes to look in mirror, comes back rolling eyes at me) Farmor: Vilken tuffing!* Martin: (makes another face) Jag vill inte vara en tuffing, jag vill vara en snygging* Me: (laughing too hard to brush)
Fighting with my daughter seems to be becoming an integral part of our lives. 🙁 We just butt heads constantly. I know that I have control issues, but I also find the stubbornness and tenacity of my daughter completely over-the-top. She finds it necessary to fight EVERY request, every order, everything. I’m so tired of it I could scream. Last night was horrible and this morning wasn’t much better. After doing a LOT of thinking about it, trying to figure out what to do to change my attitude and my reactions, which, let me tell ya, ain’t easy, I had...