The Blame Game

I’m sad to say that the blame game has already started in our little household. Maybe spending so much time with my younger siblings has set a bad example on my little munchkin. In a house jam packed with teenagers, there’s bound to be plent of blaming going around, especially when it comes to dishes being left out, clothes left on the floor, an unwatched TV flashing away in an empty living room… the list goes on and on. This has been what my daughter has been exposed to for the past two years of her life. I had expected that we wouldn’t be playing the blame game until we at least had 2 little kiddos running around. As it stands now, there’s only one munchkin running a muck in my house and as far as I can tell, there isn’t another one on the way any time soon. Yet, the blame game has started.

If you haven’t already read my Post-It Note Quote from yesterday, my little terror (and I use that term in the most endearing way possible) has been blaming everyone else in sight for whatever havic she’s causing. Last night, while waiting for my hubby’s call to go pick him up from work I watched my daughter take every toy out of her toy box as she played. As I sat there on the couch reading my book when suddenly I heard a very loud toot!  Read more…

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