Every Monday morning, I look back on a weekend well spent with my kids and I usually reflect with a picture of my Em & Ems (Emmanuel and Emeli) as I call them on my facebook. I miss them so much while I'm at work, that like most working parents, I feel guilty and can't wait to be with them again. That is until about 230pm when I walk into my parent's house to pick them up, that their fighting and chaos remind me that they look cuter in the picture. A picture, where all I see is their smiles and cute faces. My daughter is not even 3 yet, and she is already set on telling me no for the simplest commands. Its never that she doesn't want to do what I'm instructing her to; It seems instead she just prefers to do things her way or feel she is control. I never thought ...
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