It's been all about Vance lately. Here's a Vaughnie story:
After wrestling her out of the library and into her car seat yesterday I emailed Justin to report that I was going to be Googling "Tough Love for Toddlers" in hopes of finding a nearby program. Surely there has to be some kind of baby boot camp out there. We'd send her away and she'd come back well behaved and calling us ma'am and sir.
No such luck. Turns out no one wants unruly 2 year olds.
The above mentioned bad behavior was triggered by a Fancy Nancy book. She didn't want to give it to the librarian to scan and definitely didn't want to let it go in order to be buckled into her car seat. Apparently, for those who don't know, Fancy Nancy is the epitome of all things girlie. While the words are definitely over Vaughn's head and more geared to older girls, the illustrations caught her eye. Fancy dresses, flowers, BUTTERFLIES! - she's into all that stuff.
Volatile Vaughn, we lovingly call her. One minute she's in a princess dress flitting around the room and next minute she's taking all aggressions out on Vance. We don't understand it either. We just know that we're at the stage now that if we let her get away with ANYTHING it will only come back to bite us. So, we're enforcing all rules with iron fists in hopes of taming our toddler.
Maybe she'll become a field hockey phenomenon. She likes to wear cute skirts and at the same time feels comfortable running and swinging a stick in her defense. Colleges give scholarships for field hockey, right?