I think my girls are good kids. I think they’re typical for their ages. Peacefully quiet one minute, screaming banshee the next. Kissing your cheek telling you that you’re the best mommy in the whole wide world and stomping around shouting, “You’re not FAIR!” the next. They’re all like that, right? (Please say yes.)
Both of them regularly are hard of hearing when it comes to following directions. Selectively hard of hearing. I’m sure I’m not the only mom who has to tell their preschooler to put on her shoes approximately 15 times in the morning. Seriously. Sometimes it’s more. The toddler does not let me brush her hair. Ever. I mean, I do brush it, but it’s… well, almost an Olympic sport. Everyone wants breakfast, but nobody wants to eat. That sort of thing.