Friday, June 26, 2009

My little devil is becoming an angel :)



Eowyn has been so good the past week. It's been a welcome change. Don't get me wrong- she still disagrees with me and says 'no', but she has been doing a great job with compromising.




On Wednesday, I had asked Eowyn (again...) how she felt about getting her hair cut. She looked at me, rather thoughtfully, then said, "we go to Target to get some candy???" Ok- yes... My child has some serious negotiation skills and is not even 3 yet. Lol. And you're damn skippy- I went with it! I agreed that AFTER we got our hair cut we could go to Target....and possibly get some candy. I'd been asking her about getting her hair cut for almost a month now... this was the first time that she actually gave it some thought before difiantly telling me NO!




We went to the mall and were able to get right in for our trims. She suggested that I take my turn first, but after seeing that they had a basket of dumdums, she didn't argue about going first. The woman doing our hair wasn't sure if she could get us both in before her scheduled appointment that was coming up in 45 minutes. Anyways... Eowyn sat in the chair without any problems and sat still while her hair was being done. Then she stood next to me while my hair was being washed and stood next to me (chatting and keeping very good company) while my hair was trimmed. I totally let her sucker the girls at there into letting her have another lollipop. Lol.




We went to Target, as promised, and on the way over we discussed what 'prize' she would get for being such a good girl. I don't really want to bribe her to do things, but it seemed appropriate to hold up my end of the bargain... lol. We talked about how one of the pretty flowers on her toenail was 'broken' and that we would look for some special stickers when we went to Target. She picked out some purple nail polish and we got the least sucky stickers they had for nail art... And she ended up grabbing one of those damn Disney Princess Dolls they have in the check out. They're small and have the rubber clothes on them... all in all, we only spent like $8. Seemed worth it to me :)




Tonight, after two days of NO RAIN, I was frantically trying to figure out how I was going to mow the lawn... Eowyn is normally very curious, so I don't feel comfortable leaving her in the house when I am doing something outside ...especially when I can't hear her. I told her that I had to mow the lawn as we were eating dinner, and asked her if she would sit on the steps and watch me do the front lawn. She agreed until she saw the lawn mower... she got upset (not crying, but worried) and put her hands over her ears. She told me that she didn't want me to make it be loud. After telling her that it wouldn't be THAT loud, she seemed to calm down a bit and sat down to eat her goldfish crackers while I mowed the lawn.




I KID YOU NOT- THE LAWN MOWER STARTED ON MY FIRST TRY! WOOOOOT!!!




Ahem...anyways...




I finished the front lawn and moved to the back. Eowyn sat on the back deck while I mowed and found a my garden tools and started digging in a window box that was basically growing grass. Lol. When I was done, she wanted to play in her sandbox. I took the cover off and she started playing while I went and got the rake to start cleaning up the horrible lines of grass from my lawns much needed crew cut...




"MOMMY!!!! THERE'S A BUG!!!!!"




Now, we go through this every now and then. She'll either freak out about a bug, or be playing with the disgusting thing... So, I casually tell her to flick it out with her shovel.





"NO!!!! YOU DO IT! ITSA BEEEEEEETTTTLLLLLEEE!!!!!"




The kid was not lying. There ended up being 5 gross beetles...those green garden type ones (they were just big and nasty) and a couple of disgusting spiders... So, I'm flicking the stupid bugs out of her sandbox with a little shovel...Ewwww...




And yes, I took a picture... Of a dead one.




She was not impressed that she had to wait for me to get my phone to take the picture... Lol.




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