It's Hard Being a Girl

Oh, Buttercup. It seems like some days nothing goes right for her and that she is almost always on the verge of being spitting mad about something. At the ripe old age of 17 months, she has already had at least twice the number of tantrums that Oliver has had in his (almost) 3.5 years.

Yesterday at lunch she threw a massive tantrum because she wanted her milk. I must have been hiding it from her to make her so mad, right? Nope -- her milk was right in front of her. But she screamed and screamed, "MILK! MILK!!!!" over and over . . . and then she started pointing to the refrigerator while she screamed. I finally realized that she wanted me to put her cup in the fridge, so I got up, put her cup in the fridge, closed the door, opened the door, took her cup out, and brought it back to her. Tantrum immediately over, and she started drinking her milk. Whew.

But, she is fearfully and wonderfully made, and we love her just the way God made her. If she were any different, she wouldn't be our Buttercup. :-)