Let me introduce the Queen of our household: Oh wait, you already knew that.
But lately more than ever his girl rules our house.
And quite unfortunately for the rest of us humble dwellers, she rules with an iron fist.
What she says, goes. Period.
Yes, it's hard to tell this face "no."
(I personally think she gives a bunch of thought to how to best rule the roost...she is one talented lady because she's got us all wrapped around her fingers tight as a vise!)
She is spoiled as can be.
I blame it on these three and their big-brother-who-doesn't-like-to-be-in-pictures:You see, when Lucy says "Jump," they scramble to ask "How high?"
They all cater to her every demand.
Because they ADORE her...and she demands respect.
And I blame us, her parents, because we trained them to do that...because her scream is like thousands of fingernails scraping down a chalkboard all at the same time.
She's not gonna like it but we have to start the "school of hard knocks" ...the sooner the better.
I had a serious "emergency conference" with the four older kids the other day. I sat them down and told them we all have to quit being so darn nice or this "Queen" is going to have us sleeping out on the street before we know it.
So, we'll give being more tough our best shot. But it's going to be an uphill battle to "un-spoil" this girl because 1) it's no easy task to ignore her wishes (or her wailing), 2) when she turns on the charm we are magnetized to please her, and 3) she's our "baby" and we all just love her so darn much all we want to do is squish her cheeks...even when she bats us away with a mean "NO!".