Thursday, March 13, 2014
Sam came running out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel yelling "look at me! I'm like a Jesus!" LOL
She and Jack had an hour long argument about whether she is three or four. She INSISTS she is four, not three. Jack, ever the right fighter, yells about how she damn well is three, he can count, she's a NEWB! and on and on.
Speaking of fighting - it is all.they.ever.do. All day long, all night long, over everything, over nothing. Hitting, pushing, biting, pulling hair, kicking, grabbing. Inside, outside. All three of them. WTF? I am not really a yeller, but the last few days have driven me to start yelling.
When we were outside on Tuesday I jokingly told a girlfriend that "we are fighting outside instead of inside today. You are welcome neighbors."
Ha, that about sums it up.