The Goat

 My daughter, Lilly, is 4.  Her entire life, she has been the easy kid.  The kid that you can take anywhere and not worry about.  One was easy and terrible two's was not a thing.  Then she turned 3 and started to have an opinion about everything.  We could deal with that.  She ate well, slept well, and listened well.  She has always been that kid who you can talk to and explain things to her and she understands.

Then, Clay was born.  It is like the world said to us, "Y'all have had it easy for a long time.  Now let's see how you do with this one!"  Not cool world, not cool. 

It's like a constant battle with Lilly every day about everything.  Literally everything!  "Mommy, you didn't come get me last night to go potty." "Mommy, I don't want to do that."  "That's not how you play this mommy."  It's like she is the queen and we are the sorry people.

She is now four.  Her new battle is bed time.  The worst time of the day.  We do bath, books, and bed... every night.  Then it begins.  She is constantly out of her bed complaining about something.  Her leg hurts.  She doesn't like to be alone.  Her new ring isn't in her bed.  She doesn't have enough books in her bed.  Mommy didn't turn on all her lights.  She didn't ask me if she could sit up in bed.  Last night, I told her that if she got out of her bed for any reason, she would have to wear her hair in a bun (she doesn't want anybody to see her with a bun... weird for a four year old.)  You would have thought I told her that she had to get rid of all of her toys and books (something she loves).  I mean, it's just hair.  So from her reaction, I was positive she was going to stay in bed.

After my Target run, I get home and asked Chase how she was doing.  She had come down 2 times already!  Geeze, Lil.  I have to go upstairs and break the news to her that she will be wearing buns tomorrow.  She freaks out.  "I promise I won't come downstairs anymore. Please no buns!"  I explained to her that was the consequence.  She didn't want to believe me, but she gave in and went to bed.

Today comes and she cries all morning.  Then something happens.  She LOVES the bun in her hair and even has accessorized it with a headband and a bow.  My plan backfired... #momfail.  Chase and I just laugh at how cute she looks and how proud she is of her bun.
We love Lilly something fierce.  We love that she loves musicals.  We love that she loves her brother.  We love that she loves animals.  We love that she loves books.  We love that God chose us to be her parents.

She is the GOAT... greatest of all times.