That Candy Bag

The other Saturday we attended a picnic, and like all picnics worth their salt, this one had a candy scramble. This was the first time Shekinah had a bag of candy all to herself. This past week has been a bit interesting. This beautiful baby girl of mine has become a little monster!
The other morning before her eyes were even well focused she was asking, then demanding candy. At one point she was so loud I put her on the porch. Now before you get any ideas, the porch door has a screen and she was right outside, but it dimmed the noise a bit. Suddenly she stopped in mid-yell. I looked out and there was a nice sized puddle around her feet. Her sphincter muscles could not handle the force of her screaming. I washed her up and then took her out and we sat on the swing together. After a bit she decided she is hungry for breakfast.
I told her that she can't have candy until after she sleeps....that didn't keep her from checking  in frequently. Finally, after her sisters went to visit grandma for an overnight party, she took her nap. When she woke, she of course remembered, I gave her bag and she sat on the sofa beside big brother. She reached in the bag and carefully extracted a pack of smarties for Zeke and then one for herself...

The next evening after supper, she came to me  with her arm wrapped around Zeke's leg...."mama, can Zeke have candy?"  Turns out she needed candy too, but she did the same thing, she gave Zeke a piece of candy first then got hers.

We do need to work on the demanding tone of voice she has picked up...no idea where, but it sounds terrible coming from this little tyke. She doesn't know better than to direct it at mama, I know she learned it from her sisters, they use that tone of voice on each other...I  just don't always catch them.    Instead of ordering politeness, I've found out that I need to model it first and give her the words "mama, can you please give my dish back?"  instead of  "GIMME MY DISH!"

   Oh and some other odds and ends from the week...made bread and butter pickles from our foot-long Asian cucumbers.  Joe kept smelling sweet vinegar.

        He wanted dad to take this picture for the blog...no idea why???