Julia had a rough day at daycare yesterday, or more so, the kids around her did. She decided to not use her words, but stubbornly purse her lips close and pushed when she doesn't want play company. Hopefully peer pressure and some tough love will help her mend her grumpy ways. One of the little girls asked her why she was being such a crab, and Ms. Char and I both talked to her on how unprincess-like her behavior was. Not to say I'm encouraging her to grow up to be a princess, but at 3, being a princess is important to her, and we're hoping that she'll want to be more princess like and play nicely with her friends. Because, you know, princesses are gracious like that.
At home, she was horrified to find out her punishment for being mean to her play friends was that she wasn't allowed to change into her princess dresses. She even tried to sneak into a skirt after dinner, but that was in time out too. Oh! the tears.
This morning we went over proper princess behavior and she nodded along with me that yes, she would play nicely today so she could come home and change into what she should really be wearing.

Antonio is, goodness, almost as tall as me, it seems. His 8th birthday is just around the corner, luckily this year it's not on Thanksgiving, so he can have his pumpkin pie, then cake too. His sense of humor helps me get through the day most times, Julia will be in regal terror mode, and he just chuckles as if to say, 'boy don't you have your hands full!'