I'm pretty enough, I'm smart enough, and darn it, people like me

Not much is going on this week. The kids are getting over being sick, so much of my time has been devoted to their getting-betterness. Now, I'm at work waiting for a call back (or 5:00, whichever comes first).

My only story this week is about Calle. She does not like yogurt. And, she hates the fact that she doesn't like yogurt. She tries so hard to like it. She asks my mom everyday for some. Earlier this week, she threw an absolute tantrum because my dad wouldn't give her any. My dad caved and told her that she had to eat it all or she had to stand in the corner. Calle was all excited about getting yogurt (oogurt, as she calls it) and even agreed to let me help her with it. She took one bite and started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said "I don't like oogurt." I started giggling and my dad made her go to the corner. I felt so sorry for her; she really WANTED to like it, she just didn't.

Finally, she is convinced that it is OK to not like yogurt.

I'm still convinced that she doesn't like kids and despises being one, but that's another blog.

Until next time...