Maybe it's the heat or my recent detox but I feel like Coco has lost her mind lately. She's gotten so tough to be around. Everything is an argument. EVERY time I ask her to do something she responds with, "Why should I?" Would it be wrong to answer "because I'm going to smack you six ways from Sunday if you don't!"??
Is three really the new thirteen?
I posted on the subject to my mommy group and got some great responses, ranging from "yep, totally normal three year old behavior" to "HAH you ain't seen nothing til you've seen four!" Some of the moms of babies commented that our stories left them reeling between tears of laughter and pangs of fear. So very much for all of us to look forward to!
So, to celebrate surviving this day (all three of us!) we are having a favorite dinner, just the two of us, and watching Inglorious Basterds on cable. Going big, yeah. That's how we roll.
Summer Couscous with Halloumi Cheese
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[/caption]Go get the recipe. This is seriously awesome. And use Israeli couscous instead of the normal stuff. It is ten times better. I promise!
