{"id":4251,"date":"2010-10-22T07:45:39","date_gmt":"2010-10-22T12:45:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=4251"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:13:07","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:13:07","slug":"naughty-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2010\/10\/22\/naughty-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"Naughty Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yesterday Eva turned 18 months old- gasp<\/em>, ok we all know time flies but yikes.<\/p>\n

Everyone assumes she is two, probably because of her hair and her her bad<\/del> two year old attitude.<\/p>\n

She has been naughty lately, pulls the dogs hair, scratches her brothers, yells at me. Full blown two year old. Oh and if she doesn’t get what she wants? Throws herself on the floor in a big old dramatic fit. <\/p>\n

The good thing is that she seems to have a sense of humor about it all because once she gets it out I can usually make her laugh at herself by making goofy faces at her.<\/p>\n

I should also cut her some slack because she has been pretty sick, and now that she is feeling better I know that by the end of the day she is still pretty wiped out.<\/p>\n

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So we spend time outside looking at lights, and talking about Halloween. While we wait for dad, whom we hope will get in before bedtime.<\/p>\n

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Here is where she gets mad and throws her cup- one of her fave moves<\/p>\n

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Last weekend someone stole all of our pumpkins off our porch. But by Monday one of my friends had replaced them \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

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I love Halloween, except for the part where my kids wait until the last minute to tell me what they want to wear<\/p>\n

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But I have Cole and Eva ready, so 2 outta 4 isn’t bad, right?<\/p>\n

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These two have a love hate relationship for sure<\/p>\n

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Yesterday Cole had to go to the dentist for a cavity. The kid is tough as nails. Got it filled without getting his mouth numbed. I will have to add those pics from my iPhone.<\/p>\n

I am so happy it is Friday, more deck building going on. Hoping for some chili and warm soups as well. Now I just need for the girly to wake up so we can start the party!<\/p>\n

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Yesterday Eva turned 18 months old- gasp, ok we all know time flies but yikes. Everyone assumes she is two, probably because of her hair and her her bad two year old attitude. She has been naughty lately, pulls the dogs hair, scratches her brothers, yells at me. Full blown two year old. Oh and if she doesn’t get what she wants? Throws herself on the floor in a big old dramatic fit. The good thing is that she seems to have a sense of humor about it all because once she gets it out I can usually make her laugh at herself by making goofy faces at her. I should also cut her some slack because she has been pretty sick, and now that she is feeling better I know that by the end of the day she is still pretty wiped out. So we spend time outside looking at lights, and talking about Halloween. While we wait for dad, whom we hope will get in before bedtime. Here is where she gets mad and throws her cup- one of her fave moves Last weekend someone stole all of our pumpkins off our porch. But by Monday one of my friends had replaced them \ud83d\ude42 I love Halloween, except for the part where my kids wait until the last minute to tell me what they want to wear But I have Cole and Eva ready, so 2 outta 4 isn’t bad, right? These two have a love hate relationship for sure Yesterday Cole had to go to the dentist for a cavity. The kid is tough as nails. Got it filled without getting his mouth numbed. I will have to add those pics from my iPhone. I am so happy it is Friday, more deck building going on. Hoping for some chili and warm soups as well. Now I just need for the girly to wake up so we can start the party!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4251","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4251","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4251"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4251\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21138,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4251\/revisions\/21138"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4251"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4251"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4251"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}