If I am being honest, I would describe my kids this way.
60% Best Friends
20% In Trouble and Working On Being Best Friends
20% Teasing/Reacting
All I have to say is that I am glad that the majority rules.
But that other 40% of the time — and that 20% especially COULD KILL ME!
I know I was a huge tease growing up, so Navy and partly Scout come by it innocently.
I also know Micah has a streak of that in him also.
But why….why…WHY!
Why can’t we all just get along?
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It started last Saturday at the Christmas Tree farm.  I saw a naughty like I have never seen before.  Micah took her out, and I thought that would be the end of it.  Well, a week later, I can tell you it was not.
The teasing is bad enough, but this sweet little girl was completely defiant towards me — and I was NOT having it.
I knew this was a case of If-it-isn’t-nipped-in-the-bud-immediately-this-will-never-go-away.
So I had a really long week.
It was constant time outs, constant no-tolerance policies and constant positive reinforcement.
I saw improvement, but she was nowhere near where she needed to be.
I took her on a special date with Dash, and she was sweet.
But afterwards, right back to stinky.
This went on day after day.
It was exhausting, and Micah was working overtime all week, so I was solo.
One week strong, I was so frustrated, because I knew something was going on, but didn’t know what.
Maybe she didn’t feel well. (Which she did.)
Maybe she didn’t like school? (Which she does.)
So finally, when it could be arranged, I took her on a solo special date (what they are designed to be).
We went to breakfast, then glittered some Christmas Trees and ornaments.  We spent until 1:00 just laughing and creating together.  Then we headed to pick Scout up and to gymnastics.
And the rest is history.
This girl needed some solo attention.  She gets plenty of attention between all of her admirers, but she just needed some solo M-O-M attention.
Since then, we have been the best of friends.
And I couldn’t be happier.
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She really is like the very first poem my mom helped her memorize.
We have entitled it NAVY:
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was VERY VERY good,
But when she was bad
She was HORRID!
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I am SO glad we are back to VERY VERY good!