My life is ruled by the demands of a miniature dictator. She tells me when to eat, when to play and occasionally allows me to sleep. Even in sleep, however, I must be vigilant to the demands of my sovereign. Because she also dictates when I will wake.
In this photo, you can see her announcing that computer time is over and it will now be time for fetching juice and running through the house giggling.
It's not easy. Being ruled by the whim of this modern Napoleon. The days are long and the TV is often tedious. (She is also the censor for television viewing and insists on endless viewings of simple, repetitive shows that espouse her views and focus on her interests.)
She doesn't speak much, the Tiny Little Tyrant, but clearly demands "uice" (fetch me juice)," twee" (count to three and then chase me) and "Abba" (Put Yo Gabba, Gabba on the television.)
The Tiny Little Tyrant rules my life with an iron fist. She has started pushing her limits and learning how far she can go with out ending up in Time-Out or "Ti-out" as she calls it.
On the other hand, she has also started singing. She learned to give kisses and is working on "I love you". The greatest accomplishment of the TLT lately, in my humble opinion, is her growing understanding of differentiation. For example, she understands that all women with kids maybe called "Mommy" but I alone have the distinction of being called "Mommy-Me".
Yup. My life is ruled by a Tiny Little Tyrant. And I wouldn't change that for anything.
In this photo, you can see her announcing that computer time is over and it will now be time for fetching juice and running through the house giggling.
It's not easy. Being ruled by the whim of this modern Napoleon. The days are long and the TV is often tedious. (She is also the censor for television viewing and insists on endless viewings of simple, repetitive shows that espouse her views and focus on her interests.)
She doesn't speak much, the Tiny Little Tyrant, but clearly demands "uice" (fetch me juice)," twee" (count to three and then chase me) and "Abba" (Put Yo Gabba, Gabba on the television.)
The Tiny Little Tyrant rules my life with an iron fist. She has started pushing her limits and learning how far she can go with out ending up in Time-Out or "Ti-out" as she calls it.
On the other hand, she has also started singing. She learned to give kisses and is working on "I love you". The greatest accomplishment of the TLT lately, in my humble opinion, is her growing understanding of differentiation. For example, she understands that all women with kids maybe called "Mommy" but I alone have the distinction of being called "Mommy-Me".
Yup. My life is ruled by a Tiny Little Tyrant. And I wouldn't change that for anything.