With a domino to Cora’s ear, she says, looking at me, “Shh,
I’m on the phone.” *pause* “I want a burger. Actually... how ‘bout fries?
Hamburger and French fries. Thanks, bye bye.” She puts down the domino.
I’m in
trouble.
Cora and her Domino Phone
Don't mind her outfit...err, or her lack thereof. She's been fighting me on clothes and diapers lately... as in, she doesn't want to wear either. We've tinkered a few days with potty training. She is fully able to pee on the potty and has done so many times, but there are still many accidents and I feel like I am not in a place where I can properly and swiftly potty-train her by devoting all my energy to her. We have a newborn for crying out loud. This may be a drawn-out process, but one that is pushed forward by Cora, not me. This is very unlike my experience with Reed. I guided the whole (relatively quick) process with him and he was 2 years, 9 months, whereas Cora is only 2 years, 2 months and wants it on her terms. Girls!
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