Emily and I are figthing. Apparently, she has recently learned how to throw a fit. A real fit. Like the throw yourself on the ground, scream and pound fit. Monday she threw one when I got to daycare because I did not immediately put her shoes on her. Yesterday it was because I got there as they were going outside and she was mad she wasnt going to get to go. But the reason we are fighting isn't really because of her fit throwing. Its because of her dirty looks. Today when I dropped Sarah off at lunch, Emily refused to hug me. When I got near her, she turned her head and told me no. So Laurie hugged me, trying to get Emily to do it. That little brat gave me the dirtiest look she could muster (which is pretty dirty since she looks like me) and said no. I told her I wasnt coming to pick her up. She didnt care.
Sarah is doing so great at gymnastics. She finally gets to move up to the next class. I am so proud of her. That is where the McDonalds came in, btw. I took her there last night after class to celebrate.
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