I'm having trouble imagining the day my daughter can talk to me.I'm mostly having trouble with what I'm going to say to her when I have to say "no" for the first time.
I'm gonna fold like a lawn chair, aren't I?
Someone tell me that that cute face isn't going to hold the same power over me that it does now.
Lie to me if you have to.
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Jules,
I can promise you that 20 times a day you will close your eyes and remind yourself that you have to parent Nora because you hate when kids always get their way.
Then, as you and Brian climb into bed at night you will laugh at all the things she did that day that was cute and funny - even the stuff that got her in trouble.
At least that is how it works in my house!
Oh....I felt the same way!
I say things like..."So sad," "Uh-Oh," or I try to redirect Louis to something more..uh...productive. Occasionally though, like when I turn around and he was swinging at the kitchen light from on top of the dining room table a big, fat, NO came out, and it felt very RIGHT in the moment. No means a lot more when I use it less.
You'll do just fine.
Love ya,
Susan
There will come a day that you will say I wish you would go back to when you couldn't talk. Same goes for walking...but if she is a daddies girl like my first born...she will get away with a lot of things.
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