Me: Jess, what do you think about going potty on the potty?
Jess: No fanks Mom, sorry, maybe nes kime. (No Thanks mom, maybe next time). And if I press her with different thoughts about underwear, etc it she gets a little more anxious and hurried in her answer but it’s always the same.
Jess: I no yike you Mom, go way
Jess (as Daddy hands her to me from the top of the peach-picking ladder): Mommy, here a your baby one! (I always call her my baby one and I made up a song about it. You know me :))
Jess: I reaee wan ride Starlite Mom! (I really want to ride Starlite Mom! From Rainbow Brite. When I suggest her rocking horse as a possible substitute she’s not a big fan).
She will not let me trim her toenails or finger nails, do, or even comb her hair, and we fight everyday and night about brushing teeth and flossing. Anybody have any creative ideas for this madness?
Oh, and also. She’s been nursing approximately twice an hour for the past 2 weeks. Today I was dehydrated. This is a stage and I’m tying a knot at the end of my rope and hanging on.