Mirror mirror on the wall...

One of my favourite things about weekends/long weekends are when I get to let you sleep in. I always feel so bad in the weekdays when we have to wake you up at 6:30am to get you ready for daycare. Usually you are fine considering how early you have to wake up, but still...
When you sleep in and wake up on your own it's the cutest thing. You usually stay in your bed and start talking gibberish. Sometimes you'll be arranging all your toys in a row in your bed and other times you'll be pointing to all the items in your room and reciting what their names are. After a while you race into mommy and daddy's room and depending who's still in bed you'll come over to one side and say, "Hi mommy/hi daddy" and wave your little hand. Today, you rushed into our room right away and said hi to me. Then you started looking at our wall mirror and started entertaining your self.

You kept walking forward and backward from the mirror, almost strutting. You didn't know it, but
I was watching every minute of it and taking photos. Keke.

You started backing your a$$ up to the mirror.

You're so vain! Look at that big smile on your face while looking at your reflection.

Now you got down to a sitting position...

... and almost started breakdancing.

What an entertainer you are.

My only problem with you right now is putting you to sleep. You totally freak out when it's time for naptime/bedtime. Daddy tried for an hour at noon, but he got frustrated and asked me to try. I have no patience like daddy so I laid down the law. You were calling out for daddy and cried so much that you almost threw up. I don't know if I already mentioned this, but I have a mem meh stick (translates to hitting stick in English) that I use to spank you. Let's just say you got spanked pretty badly. Eventually you fell asleep, but not without a fight. Daddy keeps telling me to go easier on you, but knowing daddy you'll be a spoiled kid if he has it his way! I want you to know that I'm not your friend, but I'm your mom. I know you don't like me that much, but I'm ok with that. It hurts when you call out daddy instead of me when you're upset and how you always look for daddy even when I'm in the room. However, you will know I'm doing this out of love.