Grace is RELENTLESSLY contrary these days. She broke my spirit today. (I thought it was supposed to work the other way around.) With the exception of a thirty minute tumbling class this morning, it seemed that her agenda was to injure herself, torture Brady, hurt me and alarm ANYONE WITHIN EARSHOT. As I listened to her scream while I was in the shower, I thought, "I'm forty and she's two and a half. Why can't I outsmart her?" She's lucky she's cute at least some of the time. But check out the attitude in this photo. Seriously, is this normal?
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