This little twit hates me.
And I just adore her.
I just don't get it. I let her do whatever she wants practically! And I feed her Oreos and ice cream and cakes and whatever else she wants. I swear my sister or brother purposely whisper things to her just so she'll scream every time I get to close. Or in Anberlin's case, even look in her general direction.
Seriously.
I've never volunteered to watch her because every time I try to hold her, touch her, talk to her, or look at her, she screams. A lot.
But I've figured out a couple of secrets.
Lots and lots of toys.
And food. Preferably Oreos, ice cream, or fruit but in a pinch, Ritz crackers will work.
Oh, and I almost forgot. I have to get her parents to go on a 10 day cruise, leaving me as the only viable option for someone who knows how this whole motherhood thing works. Too bad Jesse & EZ are coming home, because I'm sure as soon as they do, it will be back to hating Aunt Jenny.
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