Let me inform you of something.

She really, really wants a play house. So when she asked me for one I responded with, "When we get a backyard." She responded with, "Okay!" That should hold her off for awhile.

The one great thing about Buggy getting older is that her communication skills are so good. SO GOOD. She not only communicates what she wants, but she's able to really comprehend what we're telling her. So we do a lot of "informing" in our household- telling Bug things that are going to happen, did happen, and could happen. That way she's prepared and not caught off guard. She's such a type A personality. So, we try to roll with it as much as possible, but we definitely cut down on the amount of tantrums when we prepare her and inform her of what's going to happen. Example"

Me: "Bug, Auntie Sam is coming to play with you."

Bug: "You and Dad gonna get coffee and come back?"

Me: "We sure are! You get to have a lot of fun with Auntie Sam and Dad and I will leave and come back."

[Auntie Sam arrives.]

Bug: "Auntie Sam! You're here! Mom and Dad gonna leave to get coffee and they will come back, ok?"

Anxiety and tantrum avoided.

If you've ever had a conversation with Bug, you know it's just that- a real live conversation. The girl is not short on thoughts and isn't shy about letting you know what they are either. Sometimes her stories are word-for-word by the book/what she heard and other times as fictional as they come. It's really confusing trying to differentiate whether what she's telling us is the truth or something she made up. She's going to make a great journalist one day...or fictional writer. Haha!

God Bless,

Kat

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