It's so strange to remember a year ago that Wayne and I were in Memphis having a good time. I was big fat pregnant and unbeknowest to me, having contractions on the ride home. Dr. Sheppard allowed us to go out of town for our anniversary. She said she would see me on the Thursday we got back and I had dilated 3 centimeters and 70% effaced. I was on cloud nine! But the progress remained the same for the next three weeks. In Memphis, we shopped at Baby's R Us and ate at our favorite restaurant "The Melting Pot." A year ago, I couldn't imagine how my life would change by the sweet blessing of my baby girl! God has been so good to us.
Today we have been stressing the word, "NO" and it doesn't seem to be going over very well. Every time you tell Alise "no" it hurts her feelings and she cries. For instance, this morning, she was opening the doors of the entertainment center. That doesn't bother me to much, but when she starts reaching and grabbing at all that electrical stuff, well, that's when it starts bothering me. I told her "no" and moved her away from the doors. She started crying. Then, a while ago, we went to the dump and she was getting anxious in the back seat of the truck, so I let her play with my keys, but she wanted to put them in her mouth. I told her "no" again. Well, you would have just thought that her world was falling apart!! I struggle with this because I hate for her to cry, but I want her to understand that "no" means "no."