Bad Days and Bubble Baths

I don't know if any of you can relate to this or not. Brienna has gotten into the worst habit - crying when she doesn't get her way! Of course my first thought is that my child is the only one who's ever done that! Ha!

This morning is when it all hit the fan! She slept eleven (yes that's right) hours last night and woke up in a pretty good mood so I thought. I went into her room when I heard her talking and found her standing in her crib talking to the birds outside her window. When I opened the door she turned around and said "Mama" with her big bright smile as she always does. But the moment I took her out of her crib she transformed, once again, into the cry baby monster. Of course I wasn't shocked at the behavior - just at the fact that I, a 26 year-old mother, cannot control her child's bad behavior.

I was glad that my mother, the brilliant matriarch, was in the next room. Her grey hair (did that shock you?) of wisdom told her to throw my child back into the crib, turn off the light, and shut the door with us on the outside. To my dismay it worked! Brienna pitched a fit for all of five seconds and was in a wonderful mood the rest of the morning.

Tonight Omi had a great remedy for the cry baby blues that returned - bubble bath! Brienna loves to say "bubbles." So, with her long white pants on, Omi gave Brienna the best bubble bath she's ever had. She had a lot of fun. She knows what a washcloth is for but doesn't quite get the concept of how to use it, but boy did she have fun trying!