It started off so well

As I was putting the baby's coat on, she said, "I love you, Mommy," in her cute little baby voice.

My heart beat a little faster as I said, "I love you, too."

To which she said, "I love you, too."

Ahh, my baby girl is such a sweetie.

Fast forward to ten hours later, "I want water. I don want my food," she cried and cried. The cries proceeded to get louder and louder.

"Layla, eat a little more, then you can have some water," I said to her.

"I want milk."

"No milk, water, once you eat some more. People who don't finish their food only get water to drink," I gently reminded her.

Which led to louder cries and stomping of feet and banging hands on her tray table.

"Layla, stop it or you'll take a bath and go to bed until Bible time."

"No, I don wanna go to bed."

"Then stop the whining and complaining."

I won't bore you with the details, but it didn't stop and then I had to go all Supernanny on her and just pick her up and put her back in the bed.

She tired herself out and went to sleep before Bible time. What happened to my sweet loving baby from the morning?
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"Mommy, I can see my breath," Jory and Rowan said as we got into the car.

"I know. It's because it's so cold outside," I informed them.

We all took breaths so we could see them, then we drove to school.

"Ba da da. Baby, it's cold outside," Jory said.

Wait. What? "Jory, what did you say?"

He laughed and said, "Baby, it's cold outside."

Be still my beating heart. While he didn't get the tune right, he did sing the chorus of my favorite Christmas duet. Oh that memory is remembering more and more.

Ten hours later, Jory started his homework. Three hours later, he's still working on it since he can't remember to copy each word in the sentence. He can't remember in one sentence that the first letter should be capitalized, but he remembers in the other sentence. Did I mention he only two sentences to write?

And ten hours later in the life of Rowan, I read a letter her teacher wrote saying she's writing on other people's work and even in the book, plus she laughed during punishment. Seems our last chat about keeping our hands to ourselves didn't seem to get through.

The morning started so great. Laughing, singing, loving children to a night where well....all part of parenting.