Oh boy!

So, as soon as Natalia wakes up in the morning, she starts talking. And she will not be quiet, not even for a second, until she goes down for the night. This is not one of my favorite pictures of her, but I had to take it this morning because, to be honest with you, I almost lost it!

So, this is how a morning normally goes for us. I wake up and get ready. Then I wake up Natalia. Sometimes she is okay and some days she just doesn't want to get out of bed. So, that would be fight #1. After cuddling for a while, we either have our short devotional (with the boys too) or we go into the kitchen to eat breakfast. Sometimes she does fine but sometimes, like today, she sits at the table for a very long time until she finishes drinking her milk. Okay, so this is fight #2. You might be thinking, "oh, not a big deal." The problem though is that she doesn't only sit there. She complains and cries and says things like "why do you always make me drink my milk," "you put so much milk in here," "I don't want anymore milk," "why are you always so mean to me." To top it all of, all these little phrases are being said in a whine little voice, which by the way, drives me off the wall. --Now, before you start feeling sorry for her, let me tell you that the cup wasn't even half way full and the cups are not that big either. I really wasn't being unreasonable here. Okay so, finally she finishes all of her milk. After eating, she knows she is to go to the bathroom and brush her teeth. Alright, so we are doing good...she goes to the bathroom and I can hear her washing her hands and singing and laughing and talking-I mean - screaming and so on as so forth. Finally, after 10 minutes of this, I go into the bathroom and I see water all over the mirror and the counter top. And the toothbrush is just sitting there staring at her. So, I'm sorry but, this is fight #3. Wow, what a morning. So after all that, I just had to breath deep, count to 100 (backwards) and take this picture of her. I have to remind myself on mornings like this that she, one day, will grow up and I will not have any of this anymore. And to be honest with you....I'll miss it (believe it or not.)