This pictures is from a few weeks ago when Sally got to try her first chocolate ice cream cone. She was a big fan! 
She's not so much a big fan of her dad getting mad at her. Sally does a very good job of understanding when she can and can't do something. If she's been told "No No No" about something, say pulling the string on the blinds, the next time she goes to pull the string on the blinds she touches them, looks for mommy or daddy and gets a sly grin on her face and starts to giggle. All we have to do is shake our head No and she moves on to play with something else.
Last night, I was holding her and she loves to slap faces, but then you say "gentle," she'll stop hitting and slowly stroke your face. Reid walked in when she was hitting my face and said "Sally Ann, you do NOT hit Mommy's face." She looked at me, looked at daddy, looked at me, then looked back at daddy and got the biggest pouty lip. Then the lip began to quiver and the tears started flowing, crying, as if someone had cut off her big toe. It took everything in me to not just snuggle her and get her to laugh to make it seem as if everything was okay, because then she's going to see Daddy as the mean one and Mommy as the softy (which actually I think will end of being the reverse). She soon forgot the incident and was laughing and dancing again. She still snuggled with Daddy and gave him kisses before bed.
Oh, our sensitive Sally, just being a girl!
She's not so much a big fan of her dad getting mad at her. Sally does a very good job of understanding when she can and can't do something. If she's been told "No No No" about something, say pulling the string on the blinds, the next time she goes to pull the string on the blinds she touches them, looks for mommy or daddy and gets a sly grin on her face and starts to giggle. All we have to do is shake our head No and she moves on to play with something else.
Last night, I was holding her and she loves to slap faces, but then you say "gentle," she'll stop hitting and slowly stroke your face. Reid walked in when she was hitting my face and said "Sally Ann, you do NOT hit Mommy's face." She looked at me, looked at daddy, looked at me, then looked back at daddy and got the biggest pouty lip. Then the lip began to quiver and the tears started flowing, crying, as if someone had cut off her big toe. It took everything in me to not just snuggle her and get her to laugh to make it seem as if everything was okay, because then she's going to see Daddy as the mean one and Mommy as the softy (which actually I think will end of being the reverse). She soon forgot the incident and was laughing and dancing again. She still snuggled with Daddy and gave him kisses before bed.
Oh, our sensitive Sally, just being a girl!
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