Emily, my 2 yr old, is an extremely difficult child. I swear this child is difficult for the sake of being difficult. Now I know she is two, and the whole "terrible two's" but I seriously think this is just her personality. She looks like my littlest sister when she was young. And this frightens the crap out of me. My sister is a major bitch, and of all my family I would let anyone one of them live in my house BUT her. She is disrespectful, rude, and selfish. I am terrified that Emily may be as difficult as my sister. =(

This being said. Last night she was the sweetest child ever. She was asleep on the couch when I came home from work. We woke her up for dinner but she was not ready. So I let her lay on the couch some more. Once she was ready to eat, I sat at the table with her and watched her eat. I was fascinated with just watching her. Her little bites, her sharing her food with me, her little jabbering. I can not remember the last time I just sat and enjoyed my precious child. It made happy and sad all at the same time. I am constantly frustrated with this child. She can get under my skin in mere seconds of being home. I think most of the issues we have is from my lack of patience. I do not give her the time to act. For some forsaken reason in my mind I expect her to do it right this instant, right now. And that is wrong to expect from a child. Even with bath and bed time, I was patient with her and it went so fantastically smooth I was amazed. SO here and now I vow to take my time with my precious child. To enjoy her and be patient with her. God help me in this goal. But I WILL be a better mommy to her.