Tony Danza

Okay, so computers have decided not to be my friend and we shall put them on the Haters Team.   That is cool, I can take them.








I think E is acting out a little because I put her in Military Potty Training Boot Camp.  Understood, but it seems like she wants to start defining WHO is the boss. Now, I know I am the boss.  Cause I woke up and had "Boss" tattooed on my forehead.  So I am like that's cool, I have role of boss.  But see, E thinks sometimes SHE should be the boss.  Which is somewhat interesting because she is three.  And if three-year-olds ran the world, apart from all of us probably being much better off, we would have a hard time sauteeing delicious veggies. It's because they can't reach the burners, Bloggy.








Anyway, everything has been a struggle.We had her first swimming lesson last night.  So because usually everything is a free-for-all play as you go, she was like I want on the slides and now.  I was trying to explain that we were here for a lesson, and she was having none of it.  So I was gearing up for a struggle,  but then she saw the kids line up with their little floaties around their waist and of course they are all excited hopping around and one kid is gulping water from the pool and spitting it all over the place (and I am like hey, do you know Ted?), so she takes a small step to the other pool.  And then a couple of others.  And all of a sudden e is in line with the two other kids in "Pike" swimming class, and it is of course, adorable.




And I have to pretend that I am arranging art on the walls while she gets herself settled.  So who is the boss?