If I took the time to type each time Ivy had her moments, that would be my full time job. Once her little feet touch the floor, she hits the ground running, and does't stop until I 'make' her go to bed at nite. And if I'm lucky, a nap (maybe) so here is another taste of Ivy:
Over the weekend I opened up the tupperware bins of Fall clothes for the girls. It is always fun foe them to pull out last seasons clothes, swap hand-me-downs, try on different outfits (& my job is to keep the peace b/c inevitably there will be a fight at some point). At any rate, Thea has many hand me down clothes from Belle & Shannon (my two little sisters) and she decided to wear a dark purple t shirt that she finally grew into that has a large green bugg-eyed frog on it. Cute t-shirt anyhow & Thea thought so too. Well Ivy didn't, at least she decided she didn't just to get under Thea's skin (which is entirely too easy to do) & Ivy knows this fact. Ivy walked up to Thea, cocked her little fist and slugged Thea in the chest. Thea screamed, so I instantly address the screaming (I can't stand the screaming) and I soon find out what happened. Ivy gets put in a time out (which at our house is sticking your nose in the corner in the kitchen) it's a understood disciplinary action, Mom or dad says, 'time out' and the girls know exactly where to go. After some time spent in the corner I pull Ivy aside & address the 'hitting' & go thru my normal reprimanding. I proceed to ask Ivy why she would do that, and she answers me with a sour-faced look and her arms crossed over her chest: 'Mom, I don't like Thea's lizard shirt!'
Even though it not a lizard it's a frog, it didn't matter, Ivy didn't like it, so she made sure Thea knew it. That's my girl, Ives!
