Volitant

That was the word of the day at the coffee shop today.

So, at four and a half Ella is just about unbearable much of the time. She is at her absolute worst with me. She is talking in this inane baby talk like another little girl at preschool, the same one she had a time out with at school recently for talking about clothes instead of listening to the story. After years of giving her choices and letting her be a big girl, I'm taking back the power. I am choosing her clothes, and the time outs are getting longer. I think she is spoiled. When she is good she is a dear, and when she is bad she is absolutely horrid. Today she put a whole banana in her mouth. She needs naps, exercise, no treats, no TV, and no one telling her how cute she is for quite a while.