First, I finished painting the decorative letters for the wall over Jack's crib. Now I've set them in an obscure corner of the house for the stars to dry. I told M and Emma where they were and asked them to stay away from the area. So what do you think happened next? Emma has fifty reasons why she needs to be exactly where I told her not to be. She even worked herself into tears a little bit ago because I wouldn't let her go around the stuff to get to a closet where she suddenly has
to have something from. I know I've told her to move away from the area at least seven times now. Ornery child.