This Daddys Kryptonite

Picture a sweet young little girl with a head of curly hair. Bue eyes, full of love and joy. Loves her brothers, goes from being a mommies girl to a daddies girl and back again. 3 year old girls so sweet and caring.

My baby with straight hair

(This was a 1 time thing-not going to happen again...........Right?)

So every Superhero has a weakness.  Now I am no Superhero but C3 is my Kryptonite.  This girl no matter what she does get's to me.  She has me wrapped around her little finger, there is nothing I won't do for my little Princess.  But this girl drives me f-ing bonkers. Nuts. Crazy.  Punch myself in the face insane.  I can keep going. 

This girl is my weakness.  The boys dont get to me like she does.  She knows exactly how to push my buttons and get me going.  She has a power, kind of like the powers you see in the Disney movies.  I get home and she loves me, hugs me, kisses me, looks at me with those beautiful eyes...........

And then it happens...........

She's got me. Trapped. Locked in.  She knows that no matter what she does now I am going to lose my mind.  She will run around the house screaming, bouncing off the walls.  Not wanting snack at snack time but waiting till she is laying in bed to scream and cry that she is hungry.  In her words "Im so hungry".  Won't let me brush her teeth, has to let Mommy T do it.  I do the boys why not her?  Because she knows she gets to me and she plays with my mind. 

The only thing I can figure out about this is that it is taught to her.  She has to get this from somewhere.

But who?

Her Mommy! 

The only other woman that has me wrapped around her finger and can break out the Kryptonite.

I love both of my girls, and as long as I have them I will continue to be broken down by the

T and C3 Kryptonite